Sitting in a chair at the salon on Sunday, getting new blue in my hair. Salon is empty, save for me, my hairdresser, and her 2 co-workers. I hadn't realized the hockey game was mid-afternoon, or I might have scheduled my appointment differently. But the customer service there is great: they turned my chair around, got a cart for my hairdresser to work from, moved the monitor on their computer so I could see the screen, and we all watched the game together. While I was getting my hair done. And knitting. And having a passionate conversation about cheese and coffee and chocolate. Talk about extreme multi-tasking!
"Not watching" Tuesday's game on my laptop, sitting on the bathroom floor (because the Canucks never score when I'm actually watching the game, so I was just listening to it) with a beer in hand, having an online conversation with a friend in her bathroom (because they only score when she's in the can); a friend stuck in her bedroom (because every time she comes out, the other team scores); a friend really not watching (because they lose every time she does); and our lifeline, who seems able to watch the games without consequence. All of us knitting, of course.
When I asked Mr.Q to bring me another beer, and he realized I was in the bathroom, he was quite...confused. Poor thing. He's a bit of a delicate flower.
Being glad I couldn't wear jeans on Thursday, because it meant the Canucks made it to the finals...What have I come to?!
(Most-er bizarre: actually considering not-watching Game 1 next week - a home game - from a downtown pub....)
Not sure what's happening to me, but I think I'm enjoying the ride!