Wow!
I mean, WOW!!

If only everyday could be a third as happy as yesterday was!

Spending time with my lady in the morning. Coffee and magazine reading... what a cheap date.
(Okay, so I bought a sweater that I really didn't need... but it's nice and was inexpensive!)
Then back to James' house to pick up my shtuff from the party the night before,
caught some quality conversation with Mr. Stephenson.
Then to Wings Stadium to pick up tickets for the K-Wings (UHL Hockey Team) home opener.
Back to JT's house for more coffee and
k-wality conversation...
endured Connor's room clearing odors... was mystified by the 3-D graphics of Megaman XXX 456.
Back to the homestead for a quick bowl of Kelloggs Fruitful Harvest
(berries of strawb and blue, with almonds...yum!)
Over to Wick's house for a meet and greet with Lane and Karen (Joel's pop and step-moms; both very nice) J. Frantastic joined us moments later, with his lovely new hair color. Onwards toward the Wings game...
J. Wee-vah in tow.
Karen's first hockey experience was a doozy. The Wings shut out Ft. Wayne 6 - 0. 4 goals by the end of the First. More excitement, bullshit calls, runs on the goalie, etc. than I've ever seen at a hockey game. There were at least 6 fights, including one with the Wings goalie getting into the action, harrassment of the Komet's goalie... (ST. JOHN, ST. JOHN, YOU SUCK!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Usually Joel and I are the loudmouths, but Christ if the brainiacs weren't out for the game tonite.
It was awesome. Usually the arena is filled with morons but last night we had it all - People leading chants, ripping on the announcer, the arena DJ, the fans, the refs.
Hockey is the best sport. Don't front.

Then, after all of that excitement... it was onto Knob Hill. Oh yeah! The sweet sounds of Sage. A trio of middle aged men performing the classics; AC/DC, the Eagles, Deep Purple, Prince... the hotttest Neil Young-esque solo for "Rockin' in the Freeworld" I've ever seen performed... by a 50+ y/o, no less. Wick looking for a fight, but not really... talkin' it up with the regulars... dancin', popin', and lockin' the night away. Miss Wee-vah wasted. The boys were plussed, but not pissed.
Home by 1:30a, up by 9:30a.
Woooo!