Today is my birthday. Wowee, I’m 17. I’m sure none of you out there actually care that it’s my birthday, but it actually does have slightly something to do with hockey. Tomorrow as a post-birthday celebration, Meghan and I are going up to Kettler to go ice skating. Yes, Kettler Capitals Iceplex. While that in itself will be snazzy, especially considering all of the shenanigans that will surely ensue while unsupervised, but there are a few particular things that’ll make the day amazingly spectacular:
- I can finally get the Rock the Red shit, and maybe a Brooksy or Brads or Nicky shirt
- We’re going to Robeks to get the Capitals smoothie cups from the mean lady jerkface.
- ANDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD – Meghan has never been ice skating.
Yup, Meghan, this mighty big hockey fan, has never stepped onto the ice. I am going to be armed and ready to snag some video footage of her falling or something just as embarressing. Though, of course, it’s been almost five years since I’ve been, but it’s like riding a bike, right? You never forget?
Hmm. It should be interesting.
Postscript: Why does August have to be such a slow hockey month?