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Hey, Papa, Welcome to the 60's!
Mar. 2nd, 2025 10:22 pmBirthday weekend got off to a good start with a home-cooked Friday dinner followed by Bear Bust/Furry Friday at CC's. I crossed paths with Wolver on the way down the hill, and hung out with Gray and Sora most of the evening. I was pleasantly surprised to see Sammy, Jim, and Zach from the Chorus. I also met Flores and Grayson, a tall blonde lady named Coral who was friends with Sora and Gray, Zander with a preposterous wolf head and very little else on, and a fellow with wild, long, curly hair whose name I didn't get. Early on, I stripped down to a ball cap, jockstrap and sneaks and checked in the rest of my clothes with the Gay Dads. The bar queues were ridiculously long so, against my better judgment, I bought pitchers of Cinna-bear; I drank two by the end of the evening. Still, I was quite lucid, and by the time I reached Lynnwood Station garage I felt perfectly fine to drive home. On arrival, I didn't feel much like going to sleep right away, so I wrote some music on the computer and went to sleep about quarter after three.
Saturday morning I was understandably slow to get up, sleeping in till just after eleven. I made a grocery run about 12:30 and had lunch at Arby's on the way home. As soon as the groceries were put away just after three, I vegetated in the recliner until it was time to leave for the Silvertips game just before five (for a 6:05 puck drop). We parked in the Funko garage and walked the short distance to the arena; a gentleman about our age chatted with us along the way. As soon as we found our seats, we noticed a group of kids and teens hanging out by the locker room tunnel. One of the older teens, wearing a white cowboy hat, reminds me of Levi Therrien with his build and ginger beard. During the pregame festivities, the video operator put us on the scoreboard so I snapped a picture. A couple of ladies sat behind us; the one sitting behind me on the aisle accidentally stepped on a packet of ketchup and sprayed the back of my hoodie, for which she apologized profusely and later bought me a camouflage Tips ball cap for my trouble. The Tips won, 4-2.
Saturday morning I was understandably slow to get up, sleeping in till just after eleven. I made a grocery run about 12:30 and had lunch at Arby's on the way home. As soon as the groceries were put away just after three, I vegetated in the recliner until it was time to leave for the Silvertips game just before five (for a 6:05 puck drop). We parked in the Funko garage and walked the short distance to the arena; a gentleman about our age chatted with us along the way. As soon as we found our seats, we noticed a group of kids and teens hanging out by the locker room tunnel. One of the older teens, wearing a white cowboy hat, reminds me of Levi Therrien with his build and ginger beard. During the pregame festivities, the video operator put us on the scoreboard so I snapped a picture. A couple of ladies sat behind us; the one sitting behind me on the aisle accidentally stepped on a packet of ketchup and sprayed the back of my hoodie, for which she apologized profusely and later bought me a camouflage Tips ball cap for my trouble. The Tips won, 4-2.