My sleep has been restless lately. Always.
Last night, I kept dreaming about NHL star Sidney Crosby. In my first dream, we were in a gym discussing why using the bike was a good thing. Like Crosby needs to take tips from me.
Then we were in his dorm room chatting about cookies. And then I think we kissed and I realized I wanted to do him. But I might be a cougar by his standards.
And yes, this is filler for the lack of content on my blog lately. I actually Tweeted out suggestions for a blog entry tonight, because life has not been interesting other than getting drunk at 2 p.m. last weekend on the brewery tour, finding the greatest dive pub in the world and walking home in a state of intoxication. This upcoming week should prove more exciting, though. I have a friend filmmaker coming from Halifax, and Chef has several man friends visiting. We’re even purchasing a keg.
Also, funny how hockey has infiltrated my life since the Olympics. I still don’t consider myself a fan, but I find myself picking up on the news and discussions a lot more lately. Last week, after eating delicious lobster poutine (recipe to follow) with some friends, TOR and I headed to The Duke of Duckworth to watch the Habs vs Pittsburgh game.
Seriously, how did I not watch the winning Canada vs USA hockey Olympic gold game? There’s nothing like your heart racing in the final moments of the game and then having a whole bar filled with people throw up their hands in uproar with a Canadian win, then immediately launching into a loud singing of, “OLE, OLE, OLE, OLE!”
They’ll make a hockey fan out of me yet.
(Photo by Dan4th)
this is kind of funny – I somehow missed your tweet asking for suggestions, and then it showed up on my phone this morning. And what did I think I would’ve suggested? Your dream about Sydeny Crosby and/or your lobster poutine + hockey adventures… ;D
But, didn’t you watch the gold medal game? I could’ve sworn you were there…
Oops, I meant how did I not watch the game in a pub or bar somewhere!
I don’t know much about hockey, but I think this specimen of a man could make a fan of me yet. Yummmm meeeee
I told you this online last night but I’ll retell it anyways: The week after the Olympics I was down in Tampa on business and the Penguins happened to be staying in our hotel! I didn’t catch a glimpse unfortunately but it was still a thrill to share the same roof.
The next evening I was on the bus talking about how much i wanted to bone Sidney Crosby and this big guys turns around and yells “Are you American or NOT?!?!” Apparently liking Crosby is akin to an act of treason ’round here.
Don’t care, he’s still a hottie.
I know so little about hockey it’s not even funny. I mean, I know just as much about hockey as I do about…shuffle board. Which I assume is actually a sport?
Ohhh! He’s hott! And getting drunk at 2pm sounds awesome. Count me in.
@Carissa: You should see him with his shirt off, dammmn
@Steph: that story is actually hilarious, i can’t believe he said that! you need to write a blog about it, hahaha.
@J: don’t worry, i know nothing either besides a puck goes in the net and people get excited about it.
@Cammy: you’re in!
Lobster poutine???
ah, dreams.
they are where my love life exists these days.
That’s hilarious! I totally see myself having random dreams about hockey now.
haha—dreams are funny eh? Next week you could be having a nightmare in which you’re getting tag-teamed at a Tim Horton’s coffee shop by Georges Laraque and Mike Grier…What? It’s possible…
Lobster Poutine sounds like Heaven….’Anything Poutine’ is Heaven…
Cheers,
-s