What happens when you offer a FREE class in a popular cult sport to a bunch of people in a fitness-mad town?
Lone Star Curling found out at 9:30 this morning.
Logan and I showed up at Chapparal Ice, having just downed the first of our bounty of grapefruit, ready to learn how to elegantly launch large stones across an expanse of ice in a frenzy of sweeping. Unfortunately for us, it appeared that approximately 700 of our fellow Austinites had had the same idea.
"Oh dear," said the very nice harried lady taking names. "We can put five teams of six at either end, which is 60 people, and then they'll curl for 30-45 minutes, so...."
Her face fell, but then she added hopefully,
"But... this is a good problem to have, right?"
Please, Lone Star Curling Club, on behalf of this (apparently) mad-for-curling town (who knew Texans were so crazy for ice sports?), add more learn-to-curl sessions. Logan and I would even pay actual American dollars for the privilege of learning your sport, which I believe is one of the few Olympic-level sports that wouldn't mind if I had a glass of wine in my hand while participating. (This restriction against alcoholic beverages is of course the only reason I'm not a speed skater.)