Ra-Ra-Ra Road Trip!

So Adam and I ripped up to Edmonton real quick, met up with the Romanowski boys and their lovely wives at Matty's new fried chicken joint, had a few pops, met up with Adam's buddy Riley, and took in the Oilers game.  The game was great, but I'll get to that in a minute, because first I wanna tell you how we got to the game.

We hit up The Pint for some pre-game drinks, where Adam's pal used to be the manager, and we got hooked up with all kinds of free food and booze and what-have-you, which had us all in fine moods.  Then, I suggest that we should be setting off on our walk to the rink, and Riley says "I got us a ride."  So we walk out of the bar and get in a GOT-DANG LIMOUSINE, which drops us off at the front doors of the arena (this was seriously a 4- or 5-block trip, by the way.  If there's one thing better than a ride in a limo, it is a completely unnecessary ride in a limo).  The game was great, Edmonton looked like the better team for most of it, but they came out flat and gave up an early goal, and then they had a stretch where Seguin made them all look ridiculous, and Lehtonen was excellent, and is it just me or has Lucic basically disappeared since they took him off McDavid's line?  Anyway when you add all that up, you get a 3-2 win for the Stars.  Still, it was lots of fun, and that new arena really is gorgeous, 10/10, would recommend.  

After the game it was back to The Pint for more drinks we didn't have to pay for, and then on to another bar that I don't remember the name of, and then some of us got too drunk to be allowed out in public without supervision, so Matt called his wonderful wife Sarah and, sweetheart that she is, she came and rescued us from the horror of being drunk downtown in Edmonton on a beautiful November night.  

Today it was wake up and make the drive back home, not nearly as exciting as yesterday, but at this stage of the game sometimes a lazy day where nothing exciting happens to you is just fine, thank you very much.  Also, I've been fighting this nasty head-cold for over a week now, and it was just a miserable time, and after a night on the town drinking whiskey with the boys, the invaders in my sinuses seem to be in full retreat, so the next time somebody tells you the cure is chicken soup and bed rest, you tell them I say hell with that nonsense, try rye and ginger.