I need to put up a new post just to get the Chelsea Dagger rant off the top of my blog. I think throwing a complete conniption fit about a goal song is perfectly appropriate for one day. Two days is pushing it. Three days is taking things too far.
So, here are some (fairly dumb) things for you:
1. On Saturday I thought my favorite pink scarf had been stolen from the coat rack at Left Bank. I was pretty bummed about it mostly because I really liked that scarf, but also because I’ve always thought of Left Bank as one of those home-away-from-home places where nothing bad could ever happen to me or to any of my scarves. But, these things happen, so I quietly mourned and tried to move forward in a post-pink-scarf world.
Last night I went to Left Bank and my scarf was hanging on the coat rack! Three days later! I KNOW!
The prevailing theory among my friends is that the scarf had probably been accidentally knocked off the coat rack, and then put back on the wrong hook. My friend Richard speculated that maybe someone took my scarf by mistake and then returned it later- which would be a very awesome (and very Buffalo-y) thing to do. These theories make sense, but I like to think that my scarf was “borrowed” by someone very fabulous, taken on grand adventures across the land, and then returned to the place where the temporary-scarf-thief knew I would definitely return- Left Bank. I think my scarf looks a little more worldly, a LOT wiser, and maybe a wee bit more hung over then it did before I lost it on Saturday. I hope it had fun out there.
2. You know what I think is interesting about attending hockey games? You can’t hear a single word the people in front of you say, but you can hear EVERY word the people behind you say. This was driven home at the preseason Flyers game a few days ago when Heather and I were taking turns talking like Ryan Miller after he had to defend against that 3-on-0 last year (“::angry glare::” “I’ve never even SEEN a 3-on-0 before.” “Not even in PEE WEE hockey.” “I don’t even understand how something like that can happen.” “I hate my teammates.”), and the guy sitting in front of us turned around and told us that 3-on-0s happen all the time in his beer league. It’s funny how the acoustics of the arena mean you’re constantly eavesdropping and being eavesdropped on, but you’re not exactly in a good position to have a conversation with the people around you.
3. I am really truly psyched that real, meaningful hockey is almost here.