Do you know where I was supposed to be tonight. At the NHL Hockey All Stars Game. Do you want to know where I was? At home vomiting. SO not fair. But Clint and Brandon got to go. AND see people like Garth freakin’ Brooks! And Brett Hull. I love Brett Hull. He’s the freakin’ Ambassador of Fun, man. Ambassador of FUN! When Clint asked if I wanted him to bring something back to me I shouted, “Hell yes! Bring me Brett Hull! Or the shirt off of his back. Or a sweat stained towel that he wiped his forehead with. (Even if he wasn’t playing maybe just maybe he had a sweat stained towel.)
Home sick.
This from a woman who told the doctor to hold off on delivering her baby girl until the Stars hockey game was over. And I got to stay home. And be sick. If I wasn’t sick, this would make me SO SICK. But noooo, Clint insisted that puking on the DART would be a very bad thing. (Considering that thing makes me nauseous on a good day, it was a real possibility that I would have. SO? I mean, I could have taken a barf bag.)
Brett? BRETT? I missed you, man. Forgive me. Tell me when I can meet you again and I will SO be there.
Garth? Oh Garth, it has been years. I have missed you.
*sigh* Now I am sad. I must go kill things now.
If you want to see pictures of what I got to experience MISS, go to my Flickr account and weep with me.
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