  i swear there is nothing like going to watch a hockey game and retreating to the sports bar downtown later with our very own private party. very interesting. rest assured, there were more than enough numbers to come out through me arse. :P and amanda's rendition of the star spangled banner? bloody amazing. and the look on their faces?
fucking a priceless. old man has the pictures though...perhaps when he returns my lipstick i'll confiscate some of the pictures and post it. yummy canadian hockey boys. very subdued almost cold, mean and bitchy racheal. very rough waves @ beach. very pleasant memories rehashed.
wet. memories. :P but anyway; three cars. four girls. a baseball team. eye contact.
an ice hockey game. lots of cheering. screaming. yelling. stomping. a couple of random phonecalls.
strip poker. dollar bills. stalking. cheap throw-away kodaks. expensive retarded working digital cams. good time.
wah bah dah boo bop. and on another note though, what the hell is it with the almighty shitty weather? 
