Monday, June 15, 2009

The City of Champions indeed

Sid lifts Lord Stanley's cupFriday night happened to be one of the funnest, most memorable nights of my life. That night I drank Canadian beer, hugged twenty complete strangers, blew my lungs out from screaming, and actually cried when Sidney Crosby hoisted the Stanley Cup. That's right, kids. I cried. When he was taking the picture with it, the kid was trembling. He was a child again, and when they finally let him grab each end of that glorious cup and lift it over his head, I'm pretty sure he immediately went back to those days when it was only just a distant dream. So being the drunk, unbelievably happy woman that I was, I cried. We did it. The Pittsburgh Penguins won the Stanley Cup. A new dynasty has been born. I really don't think I've been that happy in a very long time. I had so much fun with the people I was with. No drama, just a great time. Everyone was out in the streets and it was unbelievable. So following all of this merrymaking, I was basically a complete pit of despair in the morning. Well, I know that doesn't make sense, but I was. I was actually a little late to work because I wanted so badly just to stay in bed all day in the dark. I wasn't even hungover at that point, I was just extremely low. It felt like back in the day when I used to be really bad, years ago. My theory is that I crashed off the high of the night before, but I don't even know if such a thing is possible. Of course then the day after ended up being even worse at work, but that wasn't really related to my blah problems. Today was fine though, so I don't even know what happened to the weekend. Oh well. I just know I get paid tomorrow and I get to withdraw a ton of moneys to save for my future Mac. One more paycheck and IT SHALL BE MINE. Unless of course I want the better video card, in which case I'll need yet another paycheck. Meh.

I think there was more that I wanted to say, but I just realized it's 1:30 AM and I'm inexplicably exhausted all of a sudden. I'm attempting to not have so much space between posts, but things have been so ridiculous lately. But I'm sorting it out. I just don't adapt well to change, especially huge change. It's not really my decision to make though, nor do I have the right to make anyone do anything. So I just get to sit here confused and conflicted and basically passive as hell. Irritating, but there's not a lot I can do. Except listen to Mad Season, because early Layne Staley is KICKASS. Next time I won't be so blah, I promise. I'll also have some pictures from the pink wonder-gadget next time as well. I'm just too lazy to email them to myself right now.

1 comment:

  1. OMG SHE LIVES! this post was funny. i could see you drunk and just oh so happy. and miss Ashley you have disappeared from the comm again. theres alot of great stuff going on there so you best get on the ball

    &hearts luv uuuuuuuuuu