We got there a bit early -- like, before-they-started-to-lay-out-the-track early -- so we had plenty of time to explore the facility and get our bearings. This knowledge of the lay of the land proved to be useful later, as we had to take turns walking Evan around outside during the warmups. Evidently derby girls like their pre-match mood music cranked up to 11 to set the proper tone, but I think people look at you kinda funny if your kid's ears start to bleed and you don't do something about it. Steph commented several times that she felt like an old fuddy duddy (is "old" redundant here?), but I guess that's part of being a parent. Fortunately the actual bout wasn't nearly as bad. Not that Evan seemed to mind either way -- he appeared unconcerned at the prospect of losing his hearing at the ripe 'ole age of 3 months.
Here's a picture of our crew before the festivities really got started (notice that both Evan and I wore red in support of Megan -- her derby name is Red Rover):
Unfortunately this was the best picture I got of Meg actually skating. A dark indoor hockey rink and bunches of women moving fast and crashing into each other isn't exactly a recipe for high-quality photos. It's only warmups, but it's better than nothing:
We had a pretty good time, and we finally got to see Megan in action. Evan was very well behaved all night, despite not getting to sleep until 11:30 and being blasted with techno and punk music most of the evening. He got to see his first ticketed athletic event and his first girl fight at the same time (Meg said fights breaking out is very unusual, but I'm not sure I believe her), so that's two things we can cross off the list. All-in-all a pretty good evening.
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