We've rented a house this year, with 6 other people. The place itself
is a bit rundown but the beds are nice and it's huge so it's been pretty
good. And cheap. Who doesn't like cheap?
We squeaked wins in our first 2 games, by 1 goal each. The second game
was a real nail-biter, against the team we'd beaten a couple years back
to get to the finals. We won in OT thanks to a llllllllovely breakaway
goal by Viv.
Going into today's game, we realized before it began that we'd secured
our spot in the championship already (go figure, us!) so even if we
lost, we'd still get to go. But we didn't want to hold back (well, I
didn't want us to) because I felt it would kind of blow our momentum.
So we focused on short shifts instead.
I knew the other team was sitting 2 skaters but didn't know why until
the goalie left suddenly after the first period. They all had food
poisoning. The goalie was gone for a while, then came back but you
could tell she wasn't feeling well at all. I felt soooo bad for her.
However, when I got a breakaway later, I was all alone (due to what I
think was a bad line change on their part) and went for it. I came in
on her forehand, like I'd practiced soooo many times, then when I saw
that she'd committed to that side, I went across the front of the net
and dropped the puck off on my backhand, SCORING MY FIRST GOAL IN
I was pretty excited, even if food poisoning helped give me the
We won the game 5-0 and went out to see who we're playing tomorrow. We
were SHOCKED to see that it's the first team we played. I really
thought it'd be team #2.
After the game we had a fun multi-team dinner at the Mexican restaurant
in the Fiesta. I spelled that name out so if you're here by way of
google, please note that they really dicked us on the coupons.
Once dinner was over, I stopped in the casino bathroom to find that the
late afternoon middle-aged crowd had been replaced by what appeared to
be a gaggle of prostitutes. I'm thinking that they're actually local
young ladies who were going to the bar. At the Fiesta. Good times,
until, I'm pretty sure some of them decided I, with my short poofy hair,
must be a guy. There was some clucking but I ignored it. Because I
tell you what, I'd rather look manly than like a hooker.
When I came out, I noticed that the place was packed with these
hooker-esque ladies and their cowboy hat-sporting male companions. Ah
yes, I told our little group, I see that the night shift has arrived.
So we did and now we're all fighting sleep, getting ready for tomorrow's