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.
Mick's about the cutest thing ever. He was very sweet and chatted with us nicely in the hotel grill, where Kristi and I were having lunch. He said he had to catch a cab, but then went over to the other side of the room where Kenny Holland was sitting at the bar, and proceeded to sit there for at least another hour. Pesky cab!! LOL!
I forgive him his fib, he didn't know we were not crazy ladies and that we meant him no harm. He's still adorable. I asked him the next day to sign my jersey and he was so nice.
Here are my autographs from this trip. Sammy's for you, Karen. AND I cornered the ever elusive, haunted Pasha. I forced him to sign. It was tough. Mickey's lovely legible signature is my favorite.
What is it called when each team drops a player off the ice each minute? In sudden death overtime we did this strictly in tournys but it was awesome. We were down to one guy a lot a few times, super cool to watch. Dats vs Crosby? Yes please.
But then all the Crosby fans will cry themselves to sleep when his jockstrap is in the parking lot and Datsyukian things happened and Wings win. Just sayin'
on the bright side, we might see some dirt cheap ticket prices for regular home games this year on places like stuhub if people are buying season tickets just for the winter classic and can't even go to the games.