I woke up for the fail...

But in our defeat, we will still cuddle. Full marks to Team USA on this victory. GO FOR GOLD, GALCHY. Go back to bed, Team Canada. Oh wait, you were already there.

Number31 and the Waiting Room of Doom

...CONQUERED!

Well that was fun. Now it's time to wash the puppy and hope I don't need a wetsuit.

Lesson in Futility? Part 3: The First Round Pick

The first number picked by Youppi was 1245. Yes, that's right. Almost ten numbers before mine. I was ushered into the first round with a few other happy Habs fan. And what a day! The traffic was nice, the Metro worked, the weather was...ok (hot, humid, grey...my hair was not happy so I shoved them into braids). So, pessimism aside, I got my two tickets in the Victory Pack which will be split between myself and a family member (mostly my younger brother Ben, who's birthday falls on the home opener). This will also be the first time I have ever seen the Habs live. I mean the last time I went to a game was an Old Timers, and that was at the Forum! I felt so lucky I went and bought a 649 lotto ticket! Let's go 04-19-20-26-29-42! I even high-fived Youppi I was so happy. So if the Habs win a game while I'm there I get a free ticket of their choice. The pack itself included two pre-season games (Senators and Panthers) and three regular ones (home opener with the Pooh Bears, and then the Islanders and Sabres). The last ticket is the day after I get my condo too so I might have to miss the Bulldogs game.

Soon I will be able to present a "View from the Greys", which I assume will be a lovely sight of the 24 Stanley Cup banners and retired numbers. Section 316 here I come!

Lesson in Futility? Part 2: Fuck you, Metro

Murphy's Law states that things move slower when you want to get somewhere on time, right? That's the way the Montreal Metro rolls. I managed to hop on the metro at 7am after the train on the opposite track sat there for a good 5 long minutes. Of course, the service had apparently slowed on the Orange Line. Bottom line, public transportation sucks. Technically, I hate when I needed to depend on someone else to get somewhere... Unfortunately, there's no other way for me to get to work.

Despite being thwarted by the STCUM (as usual), I did manage to enter work at 7:30 and made up for the lost time by "working" over lunch. (I put that in quotes because there's nothing to do right now, since we're pretty much finished the project). So I did get to the Bell Center at 4. And wow, people love sitting out in the hot hot sun all day. Thank god there was a strong wind around the corner. Never the less, I'm bracelet number 1256 out of 1500. Mission accomplished.

Will N31 get a good place in the lottery to get those tickets she's hoping for? Or will this debacle end in tears? Stay tuned...

Lesson in Futility? Part 1: Flex Time

Flex time is a wonderful perk. It's what allows me to (attempt to) wake up a quarter to 6, bypass all traffic, hopefully sail smoothly through the metro (minus suicides and fires), enter work at 7ish, and then leave at 4ish (especially if I work through lunch). Yes, this is my plan to park myself in line at the Phone Booth and hope I'm one of 1500 people who will receive the numbered bracelet so I can (hopefully) return Saturday morning with the intent on purchasing two package tickets.

This is all very hypothetical since a) the bracelet doesn't guarantee anything and b) Habs tickets have been sold out until the end of time itself BUT there may be a chance and I figured what the hey, let's try it. Ben's birthday is October 15th, the home opener. So let's see how this turns out. Stay tuned!