osaraba | The blood rushes to my head and thoughts quietly leak out the other side...

3-day weekend started with a snow day on Friday: I was still lazing in bed, convincing myself that it would be okay if I got in late to work because of the snow, when Danielle texted me that the office would be closed! Of course, this woke me up enough that I never went back to sleep. Ended up in the city to watch the semi-final games (Olympics, hockey) -- both of which were mostly boring (one-sided) games. But the company was excellent, as well as the food and drink... and karaoke?

Saturday was equally as enjoyable, though mostly spent at home. Finished watching Twitch City -- while I am usually disinclined to watch sitcoms, this is really a cut above the usual. I know I said that in my last post, but it's so true. There's actually a pretty linear story, and maybe it's the fact that it's only 13 episodes long, but it doesn't get old. More sitcoms should keep that in mind. I absolutely loved loved loved the "Planet of the Cats" episode. SO GOOD.

Also watched Miracle, you know about the 1980 US Olympic hockey team, who won the gold, coached by Herb Brooks. Great movie, and the game scenes made me wish I was actually watching a game rather than a movie -- so -- well done, I'd say. It got me all pumped up for the final game, but I'd have to wait until the next day for that...

And so yes, sigh, Canada won.

I'm sad and pissed whenever I think about it. (Truthfully I pretty much couldn't care less about the medals themselves -- I just wanted to win.) But it was a great game. Both teams worked hard, for 60 minutes, to get to the final 3-2 score in OT. If we didn't win, at least it wasn't a one-sided game where we gave up before the end. I mean, a tie with 25 seconds left? -- it was the most exhilarating feeling!!

I had an amazing time at the bar with awesome hockey friends (and decided on future tattoo plans YAYE MORE STARS~!), and went to Avery's bar after, to console ourselves over the loss. Which is where I got to meet BRANDON PRUST (a recent trade acquisition for NYR), who is really nice and OMG WHY IS HE EVEN CUTER IN PERSON?!

For posterity, I shall record that I made Caty come with me as I tapped him on the shoulder to ask for his autograph. He said sure... to which I (dumbly) was like, "Uh, but I don't have a sharpie..." So he asked one of the bus boys to get him a sharpie! Meanwhile, (to kill time?) he introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Brandon Prust." And then -- again, dumbly -- I stared for a second, thinking "Uh... I know that...", and then gathered my wits enough to say "Oh! Hi! I'm Sara!" Shook his hand and grinned like the idiot I am. The sharpie arrived (thank god) and even though it was blue, and I had on a blue rangers shirt, and he hesitated, I said to go for it anyway, and he signed my chest! YAYYYYY! I then skipped back to my table. Still grinning and 'hee'ing like a fucking moron.

I'm not even exaggerating. I'm even more horribly tongue-tied around people I like/admire. WTF.

Later I thought to myself, "GOD, SARA! COULDN'T YOU HAVE THOUGHT OF SOMETHING EVEN REMOTELY COHERENT, LIKE 'Good luck in Ottawa on Tuesday!' OR SOMETHING?!" I'm going to remember this (and hopefully insert the correct city and day) if I'm in this situation again. And I should apparently just always have a sharpie upon my person.

WHY AM I SUCH AN IDIOT?!