1. When I got to work today everyone was all, “Were you at the game last night?!” It made me so happy to say, “YES, I WAS AT THE GAME ANDITWASTHEMOSTFUNEVER!” In the two years since I started going to hockey games, I’ve never managed to catch one that was quite that exuberant. I’ve seen lots of fun games, but last night was special. It was the Red Wings, and the Sabres kicked their asses, and it was the inauguration of our seats. WOOOO!
2. I told my friend Janz at work yesterday that I’d read that there’s going to be a swingers convention on Grand Island this weekend, but apparently he didn’t hear the part where I said, “at the Holiday Inn,” because he was quiet for a second and then he said, “But what if you live on Grand Island?….That’s not cool.” It delights me that for a brief second Janz thought all of Grand Island was going to be transformed into a free-for-all orgy, as if suddenly the streets would no longer be safe for monogamy. We ironed out the miscommunication pretty quickly, but it was funny while it lasted.
3. One of the things I love about Lindy Ruff is my sneaking suspicion that he likes to eff with us from time to time. I wish I could say that when I tweeted this to Mike “Every Blogger’s Favorite TBN Guy” Harrington it was because my finely tuned Ruff-bullshit-detection skillz sensed that something was amiss, but alas, I cannot. I just wanted to make a blowhole joke. (Blowhole jokes are never not funny to me. In fact, I’ll probably make a blowhole joke every time Vanek is injured for the rest of his career. As far as I’m concerned, there is NO Vanek injury that a blowhole can’t cure.) But, I love it when my jokes turn out to be clairvoyant, especially when it means that Vanek is not about to miss weeks (weeks). Hooray!