Day 171: The hockey game

I woke up surprisingly early today, and I'm not sure why. I suppose it could be because my fabulous cat was curled up on my chest suckling himself earlier in the morning.

I don't know how it can bother me in my sleep but it does. I tried to get him to stop and eventually he got upset and left, and I went back to sleep.

Before I knew it, it was 7:50am and I was awake. A little while later I was surprised with a phone call from the wine guy. I laughed when he asked if I was still in bed, I laughed because on most days I probably would have been!

We chatted for a while and then he needed to get back to work, which was fine because I needed to get ready to meet the BFF for brunch and shopping for eyeglass frames.

I had convinced myself I need a new pair of glasses. I haven't worn glasses in years but my eyesight has been bothering me recently.

When I was home for my dad's birthday I went to the doctor who gave me a prescription but said it wasn't imperative that I have it filled.

The thing is, I tried on a pair of old glasses and they seem to fix the problems I'm having but the frames are outdated so I decided it was time for a new pair.

Besides a cool pair of frames can be both stylish and sexy right? In theory.

After trying on a few pair of frames I started to think they all looked like old lady glasses, and that meant I was starting to feel like an old lady. Crap! The plan was backfiring!

All the glasses I thought were cool looked bad on me and the ones that did look ok, looked like Sarah Palin glasses. I'm no Sarah Palin and I don't want to wear glasses that look like hers because its not my style.

I tried dark ones, light ones, small ones, smaller ones, wire rim, plastic framed, ones with bling, and plain ones... thankfully the BFF was there to give me her opinion because otherwise it would have taken hours.

Finally after a lot of trying we settled on a pair, but then I had to overcome the hurdle of feeling like I was getting old. The BFF is really good about that, she's great at deflecting with laughter and pretty much telling me to 'get over it', which works.

Before long it was time for me to get ready to meet the Coffee Fairy for the hockey game.

A mother and her 2 kids were sitting next to me, while the Coffee Fairy had some very serious fans sitting next to her. Toward the end of the game I could hear the lady next to me yelling 'come on ladies, lets get serious!' No she wasn't talking about us, she was cheering on the team!

Somehow I don't think calling a bunch of hockey players 'ladies' is going to get the desired effect, but somehow I think she would have fed her children to the wolves to get the team motivated, so I'm sure she didn't care.

During intermission the Coffee Fairy and I were talking about the Zamboni machines and trying to figure out how we could ride on them. She pointed out there were kids on there and maybe they wouldn't let us, but as luck would have it, the guy who have me the tickets stopped by so we asked him if we could ride on them.

He said 'sure! not tonight, but I can get you a ride on the Zamboni'. Score! I think we both just added one more thing to our bucket list!

I'm going to be fantasizing about that one for a while. I can just see the two of us gearing each other up for the big ride, laughing the entire time, all while trying not to fall off the fabulous machine.

Once again, I am reminded that I have a good job, and one that will give me the opportunity to do the crazy things I have only dreamed about.

I don't know whether it will actually happen or not because I think we were total jinxes for the game. After we arrived the home team scored 1 goal compared to the visitors 4. Based off that alone, I'll never get tickets again!

The entire game I was texting the wine guy, trying to include him in the action since I know he would enjoy it.

At one point I asked about getting together tomorrow, and he said 'do you want to get together?'

Crap! I knew that sideways glance had gotten me into trouble despite trying to explain it at the time. So I decided to explain again, in probably greater detail.

He really is patient with me. I've always known I'm not the easiest person to date, and my most recent history has made me even harder to date. He deserves a medal.