look mom, I'm gordie howe!
Just got home from my game. There were four whites and three reds, and I was
on the red team. We played three on three with a spare for the other guys for
a solid HOUR. I'm stretching as I type, and I'm going to be sore tomorrow.
I did, however, score a Gordie Howe hat trick tonight. For those neophytes in
my diminuitive audience, that means a goal, an assist, and a fight. I had a
couple of assists, actually, but when there are only three of you, it goes
without saying that you had something to do with all the goals.
I fought Greg. He was being a showoff. So we fought as the game went on
without us.
And my goal? Quite funny. People were just kind of skating around, and I
took the puck, shouted, "Okay, I'm going to do my breakaway now. Here I go .
. ." And skated up and scored. I do the breakaways because everyone else is
too tired to catch me. It's not that I'm fast or Havlat or anything.
I'm just Gordie Howe.
Busy few days. Still trying to sort out this computer of mine.
Went out with
Minda on
Wednesday. We had a LOT of catching up to do. We also ended up splitting a
bottle of Wolf Blass Chardonnay.
Thursday I skipped out on part of one lecture and the entirety of the other,
and Matt and I each had three pints and then I taught a class while
inebriated. I think it was one of my better classes. Short, as always, but I
made them laugh, so that's something. And it was because I was witty, not
because I was drunk. Don't you get that into your head.
Then I went to work in that post-drunken state, where you're all cotton-headed
and inattentive. And I had a lot of work to do. And I had a conversation with
my boss. Luckily, it all turned out for the best.
No drinking tonight. I'm just tired.
Tomorrow?
Caitlin is
coming over in the morning to fix ze computer, then I'm going to TRY to do
homework in the afternoon, then it's my grandmother's NINETY-SIX BIRTHDAY in
the evening. Legally, her birthday is today, but there's a scratch on her
birth certificate and so she's been living under the impression that her
birthday is tomorrow for about ninety-five years. We told her last year that
there was a mistake, but she doesn't care.
I'm going to go howe (hahah, that was a
typo) HAVE a shower now.
Peace out.
Posted by Ally at November 11, 2005 09:25 PM