Red bra, white shirt.
off the draw:
Why is it that red bras don't show up underneath white shirts? Hmmmm?
I got an email from my friend Adri the other day. Sort of a whoops-I-forgot-to-tell-you-but-I'm-studying-in-Dakar kinda deal. That was a shock. Entertaining, though. Very Adri. I should write her back, but I'm compiling the right amount of vitriol to fling in her direction for not telling me she was going to Senegal in the first place . . .
Did you vote?
It's funny 'cuz it's true . . .
the score:
Went to Rockwell's. I took the Brits, and we met up with Stefan, Jon, and Matt. A good time was had by all, and sports, be it hockey or football, dominated the conversation. There weren't a lot of people in the restaurant. I don't think I like it as much as Sergeant's. There are no drunken old people yelling at the TV. Dave said he was expecting more of an atmosphere. I'll try to get them to another game during the playoffs, when they come back from NFLD.
Not the best game by Ottawa, but what can you do? They beat the best team in the league (so Marc, put that in your pipe and smoke it), and that's not a bad thing. There was a damper on the evening, however, as Jon continually put my pretty Super-K down. But he couldn't come up with a good reason for hating him. We had a good one for not liking Patty: he sucks. I think Pru would've done better tonight, however, if Redden hadn't made so many horrid gaffes as he did. He was terrible.
The goals tonight were pretty. Havlat's in the first was textbook. Hossa then tried to score and almost had it but missed, so I was able to show the Brits how to lip-read hockey swearing on TV. Alfredsson's was from the blueline almost and helped battle back from a tie. Basically, the whole game was a big frustrating ball of ties. Hossa's, an amazing goal, also broke a tie. That one seemed to have a lot of tension behind it, because it was getting late in the third when that happened. Then Tampa tied it again. They are persistent little buggers. But then Fisher scored on a nifty deflection, and broke that tie.
Prusek was pretty sharp tonight. It wasn't his best game by far, but we can't all be perfect. He had at least two goals that he prolly wants back, but one of them, after a pass-across the crease, he didn't have a chance on. Goalies never do on that move. It's essentially a fool-proof play.
Anyway, it was -- surprise -- tied again and we went into overtime. Knowing Ottawa's OT record, I was a little nervous, but then Sarah's favourite player (yes, that's Phillips), made a nice slap shot and bulged the mesh to win it. They were all so happy! They kept patting him on the back and laughing. It did my heart good.
What also did my heart good was seeing the hundred or so Ottawa loyal in Tampa Bay. I think many of them were winners of the Hockey Night in Florida contest that raged in Ottawa for about two months this winter. If I'm right, that means we'll see them at the Panthers game on Wednesday . . .
off the ice:
So how many teams from Canada are making the playoffs?
This many. And the funny thing is that only Calgary has a Canadian captain. Naslund, Sundin, and Alfredsson are Swedish, and Koivu's Finnish. So Iginla's all alone.
Alfie's cut a deal: $32.5 million for five years, plus three one-year options after that. He'll be here for the rest of his career. WEEHOO!
in other news:
So they found Cecilia's body yesterday. I don't know if it would have been better to have never found her at all, and still had that faint hope, or to have identified her by her dental records, and know that you've lost your little girl?
Shit's random these days. I can't deal. The Brits are in my house. They both talk a lot, so I keep having to remember how to hold four simultaneous conversations. It gets complicated, especially when each of them is working on two or three threads at the same time. But it's fun. It's been too long since the last time they were here. They're going to NFLD for a week next week, and then they'll be back for another week. So just when I've stopped thinking in British (this happens whenever I spend a large amount of time around someone with an accent), they'll come back and screw me over -- again. Gotta love 'em.
They want me to come and stay with them for a while, and I'm seriously thinking about it. Henna can get me a job at her university, part-time, and then I can just fanny about the country for a while. I would love to do it. I'd have to set up a work visa and everything, but because I know people who live there, and I would be staying with them, it wouldn't be so difficult. If I decide to go, it'll be next summer. Probably not for the whole summer -- I couldn't miss the playoffs, especially considering where I hope to be studying -- but maybe the second week of June until late August. And my daddy would probably buy me the plane ticket as a graduation present.
It would mean most likely quitting my present job with the goobermonster (I don't think three months' vacation would qualify me as a hard worker!), but, dependant on me getting my graduate funding and whathaveyou, I will likely have a TA-ship waiting for me when I come back, so employment shouldn't be a problem.
I know it seems like an odd time to go gallivanting abroad, with everyone graduating and moving off to far places to be grown-ups (what a depressing thought! I refuse to be a grown-up. I have added the digits of my age together, and come to the conclusion that I am actually only FOUR). But I also think that it's something I should really do. I didn't go away from home to go to university, and I'll also be staying in Ottawa to do my MA (if all goes well). With the exception of a trip to Japan, a foray back to Lotusland (BC), and my yearly birthday pilgrimage, I don't really
go anywhere. My mother and I are pushing my father to take us to Hawaii to see the volcanoes, or Tuscany, to pick up hot Italians, but those are just ephemeral dreams.
Aside from the fact that I used to live there, I haven't been to the UK in nineteen years. I think it's time to go back, you know? I need to be able to say, yeah, I did this. That's important.
Of course, this is all dependent on whether or not the funding application I make up and send in October gets accepted. And whether Carleton wants me to do my degree there. Not really dependent on the OSHC. I love how you can get funding before you've even applied to grad school. But there you have it. It's just something I'm thinking about.
Funny story. In Sex today, Stef gave me the birthday present he and Jon got for me. As expected, it's a Marian Hossa action figure. *insert extra-girlie squeal here* I was exclaiming over the detail of the thing, and Stef was telling me about the difficulty he and Jon had in obtaining it, and he told me about the different kinds. He said that mine was about $25 or so, and there was one where he's wearing a red jersey that's about $75. THEN he told me that there was also a rare white jersey set where the manufacturers fucked up and gave him one red arm and one white one. He said those were worth between $100 and $200. I was examining my little figure and I said, "Oh, you mean like this one?" HAHAHA, I have a rare figure. So what Stef recommended is that I see what I can get for an unopened one, then sell it on eBay and buy the limited edition red one. It's brilliant. He also suggested, Marc, that you might know how to value the bloody thing. Anyway, the whole scenario is hilarious. Stefan was very surprised. I'm so pleased. Even if I don't sell it, I have a mini-HOSSA! AHAHAHAH.
Posted by Ally at March 29, 2004 12:00 AM