Yeah, right.
I've been working on material for my other blog, which I'm guessing all 4 of my readers will be given the super secret access to, but in the meantime, I'll just tease you with - wait, just wait -- it will be worth it.
Anywho, I've been busy. Lots of important things to do. Like buy a Christmas tree. And make wreaths by hand. And plan a party. And go to work at unGodly hours to flex my powerpoint muscles.
Monday I was to report to work at 7:00 am. Which means I have to leave my apartment by 6:00 am*, which means I have to set my alarm for 5:30 am, even though I really should get up at 5:15 am, which means all night I play the game "if I fall asleep right now I can get 5 hours, ok 4 hours, ok 3 hours....ok screw it I'm just getting up." (*in Kate-world, leaving by 6:00 am means at 6:10 am I'm hopping around on one foot trying to put on my socks while not so silently cussing about this ridiculous time to go in to work to be bolding text and changing fonts and can you make the moons blue I really like when moons are blue and all sorts of other v v important things.)
This may not come to a surprise to you, but I am not a morning person. I worked one summer where a few days a week I had to be at work before 6 am and if not for the endless free coffee supplied there, I would not have come back for a second day.
All this said, yesterday was a long day. The final deadline to have all the slides done, printed, and sent was 3:00 pm. At 4:15 pm, I was told I could go home. But by then I was v v busy on actual important things. And then I got this email:
Subject: Caps Tickets
Body: I know it's late notice but I have two tickets for the game tonight if you are interested.
.....
Free??? Hockey Tickets??? For Tonight???
Within 3.5 seconds, I responded back that yes I want them. Right now. And I will be there. And no I'm not tired. And holy crap me like hockey.
15 phone calls, texts, and gchats later, I headed to the game by myself with an extra ticket unclaimed. Oh well, I thought, considering who is giving me the tickets, they should be pretty good seats and when all those hot russians hit the ice to break the Devils in half, I would be ignoring whomever I brought anyway. And I won't have to share my snacks.
I headed to will call, picked up my tickets, glanced briefly at the section and took off. I never remember how the arena is set up. What is ground level: the 100's or is there less than a 100 section?
I found the right spot, was pointed to my seat by a very knowledgeable usher, and headed down. Here's my view:
I'm not tired. Not one bit.
1 comment:
That's awesome. I totally would've gone with you. Hey - maybe you should win the lottery and then you could pay for me to go to American!! Because I'm sure that's the first thing you'd want to do with your money.
And what's all this about another blog?? Url please!
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