When I was a figure skater, from ages five to thirteen, I had Olympic dreams. I mean, obviously. No little girl goes into figure skating without dreaming of one day competing in the Olympics, no matter how farfetched or insane, (which in my case, it most definitely was, despite any illusions of grandeur I might convey) and certainly not a girl born in the mid-eighties and coming of age in the nineties during the heydey of figure skating. I was obsessed with the Winter Olympics and obsessed with all the household names, especially the skaters. I had the same blades as Tonya Harding, worshipped Kristi Yamaguchi, and once got a hug from Scott Hamilton. When I started to get more serious with my skating I was training with my coach six days a week. But by the time I was twelve I had definitely figured out I had no future prospects as an Olympic figure skater — some people just have that talent, some people don’t — and spent my last year skating just enjoying it. I wasn’t a bad skater, per se, but I wasn’t a future Olympian. And anyway, I was in middle school, being social and hanging out with friends and wanting to play team sports with my peers, which is eventually why I quit skating.
I loved figure skating though. I’ll never forget my last solo routine — I wore a black velvet leotard with blue sequin trim and an open back and I skated to the main title from Forrest Gump. You know the song when the feather is floating? That one. That was my music. Because of course it was.
I would love to get some stats on the Pandora station for “Michael Bublé (Holiday).” For example, my family listened to this lovely online service and this specifically chosen channel for possibly eight hours today. Yes, EIGHT. I had no idea there were so many renditions of “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” but apparently there are an infinite amount. So what I would like to know is how what are the songs most frequently played on this Pandora radio station and what is their algorithm and how often do people listen to this station and how frequently and at what point does one go legally insane from perhaps TOO much Michael Bublé (Holiday)? Also PS it is technically Christmas Eve on the East Coast MORE BUBLÉ!!!!!