It’s supposed to get above 60 today but right now, it’s under 40. After being cold in my office yesterday, I took no chances. I have a waaarm sweater on today. Good thing, too. It’s cold on the bus.
I freaked Slappy (our three morning a week driver) out by standing across the street today. He bugged his eyes at me (not unlike Rochester of the old movies) and exclaimed: “What are you doing here? You live all the way out here?” I nodded at hooked a thumb in the direction of This D*mn House.
I usually drive to the station but I have plans tonight: I’m going to the hockey game with The MonkeyGirl. I was going to drive to work but since she graciously offered to drive me home, I’ll just take the bus into the office instead.
I’ve never been to a hockey game. My name just happened to be one to come out of the proverbial hat to win one of the six pairs of tickets that the company graciously donated as part of a charity program last month. And this is suite seating. And they’re going to feed us. Boo-yah!
I neither particularly like nor dislike hockey but I figure being in the suite would be the ideal way to see one. Especially for my first time. Whether you like hockey or not, that can’t be a bad thing.