I am home with my dog. Did a little cleaning, took a nice hot shower, and am now listening to music (yes, I even listened to that cd), browsing the internet, flipping through magazines, and drinking Bacardi Silver Watermelon (wimpy girly drinks, but they taste good), and thoroughly enjoying myself. I must be old.
Training camp yesterday was so much fun. Got to see the new players and how they mesh with the rest of the team on the ice. Not too bad. I took entirely too many pictures but that’s ok. I got some great shots of some of the players coming off the ice. Now if I could just figure out a way to stowaway inside Modano’s hockey bag and go home with him, life would be great. He’s got lips I could suck on for hours. Sadly, I’m lacking a few of the requirements to catch his attention. I’m not blonde (I have been before though…big mistake…never again!). I’m not skinny. I have small boobs. And I have a brain. Such is life, I suppose. First preseason game (away) is tomorrow night, but unfortunately won’t be televised here.
Tomorrow night is also GNO. Only this one should actually be called Girls Night In. We’re going over to a friend’s place for dinner, appletinis, and watching Sex in the City. Which, of course, means that we will end up talking and giggling all evening. I was relieved to not have to worry about what to wear until, today, this month’s hostess told me we have to dress “fabulously,” like on the show. It’s like the theme of the night and stuff. Having only seen the show a handful of times, I’m not sure what that means. I told her I can’t fit in anything fabulous right now. I have some fabulous wigs…like drag queen fabulous, but apparently that’s not the same thing. So the compromise is that I have to atleast wear heels. Um…ok? I’m kicking them off as soon as I walk in the door though.
I’ve got the last 2 dvds of the first season of Six Feet Under now. Think I’ll watch those now. If the alcohol doesn’t work and insomnia strikes again, I may be back here rambling later.