Skating
Travis didn't skate. He had never skated in his life and had never thought that he'd skate; after all, he was from LA and he grew up poor. Why the hell would you pay to risk breaking your neck? In short, it sounded totally crazy and completely fun. Especially after he'd found out that the skating ring only charged six fifty for entrance and rentals.
So off they were to the ice skating rink to spend a few hours in the early afternoon. He had told Doug to invite Rachel, who turned out to be close to forty, down-to-earth woman who reminded him of Jennifer Aniston. Not that he was really paying attention to her. He was more interested in staying up and figuring out how ice skating worked without breaking his legs, or arms, or other body party.