Whitney invited me out to Moonlight Rollerway on Monday night and I said yes. I hadn’t put on a pair of roller skates since my 6th grade graduation. I eyed a sign outside warning, “No short shorts,” as I pushed cash through a bank-teller-like window. Inside, the crowd wasn’t exactly what I expected. There were a couple of heavy-set older guys who glided around the rink with flair. One Evan Lysacek-type floated by in an arabesque. Getting out on the hardwood was a little intimidating. Every time I poked my head out, it was like freeway traffic, with skaters streaking by. I finally shuffled out and met up with Whitney and Amy in the middle of the rink, where you practice dance moves. They were smooth — rocking back and forth and doing “crazy legs.” I scooted my legs back and forth and did an anemic robot. I took a tumble once — when I got a overconfident about my ability to stop. But it was actually a really fun night. By the end of it, I was taking long strides around the rink to “Take My Breath Away.” Was it the 1980s all over again?