Fabulous Weekend
The parts of the Blue Jackets game that I saw were fantastic, they outshot the Sharks and I got to see Geoff Sanderson score two goals. They were up 2-1 when we left to get ready to play but blew it while we were gone, losing 3-2 to the Sharks. Skating after was big fun, even if the Cones got their asses kicked. Saturday was a Long Day. Andrea headed up to the city for the craft show and I came up later via transit. Lesson learned -- there's nothing fun about a long city bus ride. Bart was exciting from the moment I got on, an old man next to me was 'ready to rock and roll, let's get this thing moving' and another guy came through shouting that we were headed to Sahn Frahn, Sahn Frahn!! By the time I got to the craft fair I was tired and hungry. Fortunately Amy came along and whisked me away to the house of cheesesteaks. We ate them with Andrea, then headed off to get Amy's car, shlepping my hockey gear on not one but two busses. Glenlewis, I do not know how you do that week after week. It was a royal pain in the ass. We got Amy's car and she drove my ass down to Redwood City (home of the most fun playing hockey ever) to watch a rag tag band of geezer subs tie the #1 team, the 16-19 year old Jr Girls Sharks. I took a big time penalty, tripping a girl as she went toward the net, but she didn't score so it was worth it. I had a blast, then we headed back to the city for dinner w/ Andrea, Annie and on to meet for Brandon's birthday party.

We schlepped Brandon's ghetto cake through North Beach, Amy carrying with me in the lead saying, 'excuse us, cake coming through' the whole way. The bar was the super trendy, decidely downtempo Rosewood, where they play hip hop music but nobody dances, they just stand around wearing hip clothes and drinking expensive drinks. Me? I had a water and was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. I decided the music was going to waste and started dancing like I was at a real (aka Gay) club. Amy joined me and we danced as if nobody was looking, which of course they weren't. They were turned away, being trendy.

Sunday, my Red team kicked ass despite the subs I'd invited getting intimidated out of playing for us by these two women who had just shown up hoping to play. I was pretty pissed about the whole thing but got there too late to change it. We won 3-0, thanks to a solid line of D and some hard working forwards. Tons o fun. Immediately after, I went to the Green practice, where I spent an hour dumping pucks into the corner for them to chase. Eventually I started using slapshots. It was perfect, I could just stand there and watch them go. In a game, you'd need to pay attention but in practice, you can admire your shot all day long.

But now it's Monday and I'm here at the office again. Woo.