Um, well... I don't recall much about the weekend (besides breakfast) which didn't involve alcohol, so... yeah.
We were very, very happy with our Wings and their shut out performance vs. the struggling Preds. I was not suprised to see them show up huge, as they generally do in my presence. I should be going to every game, clearly? So, we made our way through a crowd of happy Red Wings fan -- there were MANY in attendance, as usual. Back to the hotel bar & grill which we love so much.
We actually have a certain booth we favor at the Hilton sports bar, with views of multiple TVs so we can ask for games to be shown. It even has an electrical outlet so we can charge phones. Home, sweet home!
The after-celebration included artisan pizza (Hilton makes the best!) and multiple RLD martinis (raspberry lemon drops, FTW!). It was Sunday so we kind of forgot they close at midnight, not 2AM. The server, Andrew, cashed us out and abandoned us... but not before we balked at the bill, saying -- no way we drank that much!! Uh, yes, we did. The lovely bar manager brought us both a martini for the 'road' and closed up after he kicked us out. He knew we were staying just a few floors up in the hotel, or he otherwise wouldn't have done so, I am sure.
Speaking of kicking: multiple martinis do not lend themselves to Michael Jackson moves in the hotel hallway. I was going for ice, trailed by Kristi (aaheeeheee!! shimon!!) and heard a thud behind me. Draw your own conclusions about what might have transpired. One should not attempt certain moves while fueled with that much vodka, that's all.
I do not have pictures. Son of a dammit!! LOL~