I hope the post yesterday made some sense...I finished it after a bottle of pinot noir. Few subjects get me that worked up, but because I get worked up, I lose my focus and ramble. (Just the thalidomide portion of the original post was like the lampblack chapters of Les Miserables.)
Anyway...one would think that if an event occurred every week on the same day, I'd remember it. One would be wrong. Friday=Carnival of the Recipes....Friday=Carnival of the Recipes...Friday=Carnival of the Recipes. Maybe if I type it 97 more times it will stick.
People have asked me why I'm not worked up over the NHL. I dunno...because I knew it was going to happen? Because I haven't felt a strong connection to the team since the move downtown? Because I'm an adult now and sports are just entertainment?
The other day Victor sent me a picture of Gerry Meehan. I said yep, and that's Tom Rowe behind him, I think. And yes, that was Vancouver's sweater in the '70s. But it didn't fill me with longing for hockey or make me particularly nostalgic, it was just looking at a 28-year-old picture.
I am toying with the idea of taking the money I didn't blow on hockey and going to see the Tour de Georgia. Which sport is more niche, hockey or pro cycling? Maybe I'll go mainstream and try to get opening day tickets to the 'Nats.
I do not have a threee-day weekend. In fact, I have a meeting that includes the upperest management on Monday (not a big-deal meeting, more of a dog and pony show), but it means I shouldn't blow off work, nor should I show up in boots and fleece. So I'm hoping that the forecast for crappy weather is totally wrong or we get another President's Day blizzard so that the office is closed.
So I need to go get some soup ingredients in case I get lucky with the snow. And I should invent a recipe, because it's only six days until the next Carnival.
Posted by Nic at February 19, 2005 08:48 AMThe Gerry Meehan link didn't work for me. I'm interested, because he used to live next door to me in Bowie. Through him, I got all kinds of autographs, but the best was the birthday present he gave me one year -- a Richard Martin hockey stick that was lying around in his garage for some reason.
Posted by: mark at September 20, 2005 01:36 PM