I have an interesting evening in store

Hello Bloggers,

You might ask yourself why I am posting a picture of me wearing a rather unattractive, shapeless garment?  And then, if I was going to put such a silly thing on, why would I post it?

Well, tonight I will be going to my very first live hockey game. 

Don would have been very happy if I had agreed to go earlier, but I’m not a big hockey buff and it seemed like it would be a waste of a good seat.

Also, I don’t like it when they engage in fisticuffs.  When it happens on TV and I happen to be sitting with Don I take a bathroom or snack break. 

I don’t understand why they have to have the fighting?  If they didn’t pull off their helmets and start slugging away at each other, I’d be quite happy to accompany my husband to the games so he wouldn’t have to buy single seats and sit by himself with nobody to high-five when the Canucks score.

Will used to go, but as much as he loves Don, he got tired of having to go to all those games.

But tonight, I go.

Why?  You might ask.

Well, remember when I blogged about how we were all going to go to Cheryl and Vern, my old neighbour’s home for dinner?  We got snowed out. 

Emily arrived via plane, Dave managed to make it over despite the snow, but the night before we were to make the journey, the snow picked up and there were blizzard warnings, roads closed, high winds.  To go was not a possibility.

So, we made alternate plans.  Vern knew that Don liked hockey and he didn’t know that I was squeamish about possible pummelling on the ice and I wasn’t about to enlighten him.  I felt way too bad about having to cancel the big family get-together the day before. 

“That sounds wonderful!“ I said. 

And it does.  I’m looking forward to seeing them and if it means I attend a hockey game, so be it. 

Who knows?  I might find I love it.

My sister Becky used to go to hockey games.  She said it was real fun.  She had a big cow bell that she would ring when the Canucks would score and they would bring snacks and eat them.

I might love attending hockey games.  The roar of the crowds, the tasty treats.  Wouldn’t Don be happy.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Saturday, January 10, 2009 in Chewing the Fat

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