Anyway, I wanted to share with y'all a moment I had at about 8:15, relaxing on the sidelines during a couples-only skating set. The lights were dimmed, the disco balls were going, and two people in the practice area off to the side were wearing ordinary shoes (gasp!) and dancing. Meanwhile about 30 couples, aged from 15 to probably over 60, were gliding happily around the rink, some of them doing moves complex enough to compete with anything I've ever done in tango dance. The organist, who had previously been doing unironic renditions of Christmas carols (which I'd been appreciating unironically), switched to classic love songs. As he settled into a performance of Can't Help Falling in Love, I found myself looking wistfully across the rink, and suddenly everything else fell away and I was just filled with reverence. I couldn't have stopped smiling if I'd tried.
It made for a fantastic endcap on what might otherwise have been a rather melancholy weekend.