anticlimax

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my client gave me leaf tickets this morning and i am so excited because i have NEVER seen an NHL game before. well not live. the best i've seen was the sudbury wolves and i was a kid when i did that. so young in fact that i only remember kid sized images of everything.

you know where the stands go on for miles and they're super high. the players are the size of ants and the play is extra fast. it's sort of surreal in my memory the way acid trip images are or you're watching one of those drunk driving commercials where there's one pint glass in front of the lens and everything is all magical and blurry but somehow still clear.

so i got the tickets and i was STOKED because i was going to bring othercat with me. this is the guy that took me to bb king and herbie hancock and fed me and stuff. i was taking him to a hockey game. except yeah. he was some charity shinding with his family.

so i guess that lets him off the hook.

so now i'm like 'hmmm who do i want to take to a hockey game?'

keep in mind that this is my first ever NHL game right?

anyway so i decide it's either johnny or guy from the gym and [hrm need a non identifying nick name... that i'll remember... salt] salt is sort of edging out johnny because well, i want to get laid AND i actually like him.

so i hit the gym and salt is there and i'm like 'excellent' and i sit down to stretch and someone says to him 'have a good time' so i asked him what's up and yeah. no hockey game.

now guys you have to understand that i have successfully asked out one guy in my life [ironically it's johnny] and so i actually had to get a little worked up for this.

no like worked up. i don't mean i was covered in sweat and being uncool i just mean that i had sort of geared myself or steeled myself or whatever. and yeah no. i mean at least he didn't say no, i just never got the chance to say anything.

no's suck. even when they're conditional (i like you but there are circumstances xyzwhatfuckingever in my life the prohibit me from actually dating you. translation? not if you were the last woman on earth... well maybe then but i'd fantasize about baywatch the whole time)

so i'm glad that i didn't get a no. instead i got all worked up and didn't get to actually DO anything. it's like being all dressed up with noone to blow.

now the result of this is that i get to go to a hockey game with johnny and we are going to have the best fucking time. but i'm suffering from askingoutus interruptus! funny thing is that in a way it's sort of a relief that he can't come to hockey because i want to be able to be a full on spaz and not worry about the kind of impression i make.

shut up, since when can anyone go on a first date and NOT worry about what kind of impression they're making? even if you end up not being into the person you still want them to like you.

i try really hard to be myself when i go on dates with people because i think that that's important. but it would be hard to properly enjoy a hockey game on a first date. second or third date sure :)

the end result of all this? i still don't have anyone to date

BUT

*I* get to see the Leafs!!!



i'm so stoked i don't even believe it. i keep looking at my tickets to see if they're real.