Goodnight Mother Mellon and Papa Civic

In case anyone missed it I went to the game last night. It was a day on the lawn with my friends sitting int he rain and the cold cheering for my boys. The upper respiratory infection I’ve been dealing with for the last month didn’t stop me one bit.

The day started out at 4:45am for me getting up to go in to work for a few hours. Thankfully no disasters kept me at work longer than necessary. Then it was a stop at chipotle picking up food for myself and my friends who went up early to greet the guys after morning skate. Alas when I got there and was going to park the boys had already come out.

So it was down to the lawn to set up camp where we spent the afternoon laying on our blanket having to much nervous energy to nap or do anything other than talk about hockey and our team. It was nice to actually hang with my friends though one of whom has been my best friend since pre-school.

By 4:00p we were back up on the wall that over looks the players parking lot to greet and cheer for the guys as they came in. We cheer for everyone including the WBS black aces. Some Habs fans turn up to heckle the guys but they all take it good naturedly. HILARIOUS the guy doing the major heckling got snippy with everyone but Tanger whom he took a picture of walking in. It seems the Sexhair works on everyone. It was especially shiny and clean looking. :)

5:00pm all the guys have arrived and we’re back on the lawn. The clouds overhead are a bit omnious and the fog is rolling into the lower parts of the city but we’re still cool. 5:30pm not so much the rain starts so it time for ponchos and tarps. My friend seemed to thin that putting a tarp under the blanket and then one over the blanket would keep it dry. Obviously this didn’t work and everything got soaked. My lawn chair was soaked giving me a wet ass for the rest of the night but I’ve come to accept this is the natural state of things when it comes to playoffs on the lawn. You’re either getting a wet ass or a sunburn.

Around 6:30p the festivities start going and I get pissy about the number of Habs fans in attendance. Damn them for stealing my tickets. I tried and tried to get tickets but they bought chunks of seats. Anyways, the Pens people were throwing beand and hats into the crowd. By magic I managed to catch a hat. Really the thing nearly hit me in the face but I got it in my hand which to me constitutes a catch. So my new hat managed to keept the rain off my glasses for the first period as it continued to mist.

I don’t want to talk about the first period so I’m not going to. Save to say I called the officials a number of insults that would make Shakespeare and Shaft and the South Park guys proud.

First intermission we read last years Puck Huffers inspirational story that is full of LOLs aloud.

http://www.puckhuffers.com/2009/05/playoffs-have-ended-war-has-begun.html

Then there was feasting on doritos, funions and lorna doones. We’re classy girls with those snacks right?

The second brought with it lots of hope and things were looking up… then people started to exit the lawn and the arena. I got pissy and needed to be brought back to reality with the saving grace of a diet coke.

Then it was the second intermission with this years inspirational story from the PH ladies…

http://www.puckhuffers.com/2010/05/aftermath-mind-of-max-talbot.html

so with that bit of glorious inspiration we went into the third hopeful and with smiles.

I don’t want to talk about the stupid people leaving the arena and the lawn with 10 mins left in the day They are not worthy of air and I hope Mother Mellon cursed them on their way out. I’m pretty sure they aren’t worthy of air.

So it was back up to the wall to cheer for the guys as they came out. They all appreciated and most signed for people, even the obnoxious ones. Everyone but Max had shaved their beards with Brooks sporting a goatee.

I left the wall at 11:30pm giving Mother Mellon formerly known as Papa Civic for most of my life a hug. My hockey memories of the building are by far my best but I can’t deny that my first was Barbie Icecapades.

Here I am today with no voice feeling like the crypt keeper is knocking on my door but it was all worth it. The beauty of it is we may be done for now but in Aug/Sept. when training camp starts back up we’ll be back only the action will be taking place just across the street.

So what does this mean? Well it means I'll have to find other things to do with my life than watch hockey... oh that's right I could prep for going to AFRICA in less than 4 months!

Grow Your Own

I just had to listen to my Mom give a speech about being anti-legalization of marijuana about 11 times in a row either making her practice it, recording it or editing it. All I want to do is punch myself in the face.


My person stance on the issue: I have far better more important things to worry about than what you grow and smoke.

I don't care. if you want to smoke it fine. I think it should be regulated like tobacco and alcohol thanks to people who do dumb shit like get stoned out of their minds and drive. As for people who use it medically... if it's helping you I'm for it. For those who get it 'medically' and abuse it / have no real reason for it, you're messing up the current system for others. You should be stoned (and not in the good way you want to be.).

In other news I'm am tired and grumpy hence why this is really to the point.

Lifeline

I learned the hard way today that I rely on my cellphone more than I feel I should. 3/4th of the way to work I realized I didn't have the stupid thing and had no time to go back to get it. I was stuck all day with lots of stress over this. I asked my Dad to look for it and he couldn't find it. I was beyond freaked out that I had seriously done something with it and it was lost for forever. I was tot he point where I was planning on dipping into my Africa money so I could go get a new phone. Ridiculous I know. This is on top of general work stress of crazy residents being crazy. And having to cook meals and grocery shop for the rest of the week as well as do my actual duties. It was beyond stressful. I seriously feel about 10 years older now because of it.

Turns out my phone was exactly where I thought it was and told my Dad to look he just couldn't find it at that one moment he looked. I still feel like quite the idiot for getting so stressed about something that shouldn't matter so much.

thing n stuff n yeah...

1. I have booked my vacation to Scotland! I will be in Glasgow for 2 days and Edinburgh for 3 days. My goal is to see 4-6 shows at the Fringe and hit the Doctor Who exhibit in Glasgow. I'm strongly considering a haunted tour of the vaults in Edinburgh but I'm afraid I'll get to freaked out because I have no one to cling to! I'm going alone as in all by myself on this trip so getting the bejesus freaked out of me and then having to walk back to my hostel sounds like a bad idea. But then again it could be completely awesomely fun.

2. I feel really gross when I don't eat veggies. I've really only noticed since I've been working on improving my diet and I found that veggies make me feel better. Who knew?!? I've been at my parents house for the weekend and there really hasn't been a veggie in sight unless you count the pasta sauce we had last night. It's a big realization when I see exactly how I got to be the way I am based upon what a better diet looks like. Not total blame for my parents but you know they didn't help me much.

3. I feel really bad for Robert Pattinson. Really, really bad actually. I know he's all famous and rich and doesn't need people to feel bad for him. I know everyone says the 'celebrity' part of it comes with the profession but it's been a bit ridiculous lately and the poor guy needs so space. If I were him I'd have done something completely batshit crazy by now. Like cut a bitch.

4. there really isn't much for a 4. Maybe you should go watch Dorm Life because it's awesomely amazing and probly something you'll love.

Iran you're bringing me down.

Dear Ayatollah Khamenei,

It's when you do things like this that I wonder if you care about your people. You're the 'supreme leader' of a guardian council, commander of the military and former president I really would like to believe you're looking out for your people but when you do things like this it's just obvious you aren't. You've said in public you agree with crazy pants Mahmoud Ahmadinejad on most things (at least you currently don't want Iran to go Nuclear but that could change tomorrow. Let your people protest. When this many people feel their voice hasn't been heard having the right to gather to make sure you're heard is necessary. If you're so big into Islam (as you claim to me Mr. Supreme Leader Cleric) give your people a fair election one with all the right monitors in place and one where every vote gets counted. If you need some help ask Al Gore, he knows all about how every vote counts... or at least how every vote should count.

It would also be a good idea if you let the forign press cover these rallies. Maybe you wouldn't feel pressure from countries like Great Britain if we could see the rallies. We follow the trending iran election topics on twitter but there's no one telling us your peoples side.

LET YOUR PEOPLE HAVE A VOICE.

Sincearely,

A concerned American Girl with a soap box.