Ah, what a truly amazing (some might say complicated) weekend. Friday night I plaved I played hockey with Steve. I think if I play this week I’ll try not to score because I think the goalie (Al as he is called) truly hates me. After my fourth he gave me a wicked slash across the shins that I am still feeling today. Saturday hockey was brilliant. Ratte and I played together and combined for seven goals(1) between us with Ports as our setup man.
Saturday night was Vern’s birthday so we started at Steve’s and then went to Tijuana. Luckily we saw Danelle and Shannon(2) in the front of a huge line-up and jumped in with them. The night was beyond words. A great turnout: Ponch, Mike and Tara, even Dave and Rachelle. A truly memorable night indeed. The next morning (9:30am) Ratty picked me up(3) for Sunday morning hockey(4) with the Ratte’s and I found out that hangovers and hockey go together like beer and wine (they don’t). Sunday night I had dinner at Erin’s grandma’s and got my Erin fix for the weekend.
Also had some problems with my car(5) Sunday night so I will be taking care of that tonight. Thanks for the boost Ratty!
(1) – Glory days. I was good for at least a goal a game when I was 24. Nowadays I am good for (7) a year.
(2) – This would be the night that Shannon seduced me at Tiajuana Night Club.
(3) – I neglected to include that Shannon and I spent the night on the floor in Danelle’s apartment.
(4) – We used to play every Sunday morning with Paul’s dad and uncles. First at Glenwood and then later at Glenlee. His dad wore jeans and a jean jacket and I never once heard him say he was cold.
(5) – This would be my Cavalier at that time.