Hockiest. Weekend. Ever.

Hello gang! I have not posted here for a while. I blame

1. Tumblr,


2. Work, and, for the last three days week two weeks (it was a long two weeks, okay? Computer shenanigans happened.) or so,


3. BEING DEAD OF SHEER JOY BECAUSE PATRICK KANE SCORED A SPINORAMA GOAL THIRTY FEET FROM MY FACE.

Yes, by the grace of the NHL schedule, the Stars played the Blackhawks at home on a Saturday night, and because bienenalster is a glorious enabler, we drove up to Dallas to watch. This was the best decision I have made all year, and I am including the one about putting mochi bits into Nutella. It took a while to recover from my unfortunate demise, but, like Jesus, I have risen to preach the good news of Brandon Saad’s hockey sense.

But first, we had to try to assimilate Coworker J into the glories of hockey by throwing the Aeros at her.

( THURSDAY: A Fan is Born )

( SATURDAY: In Which It Is Totally Okay to Pity the Dallas Stars, But Only For 97 Seconds )

( SUNDAY: In which I learn how to skate backwards, and Kris Foucault learns about pendulums. )

NEXT TIME, OR WHENEVER TECHNOLOGY STOPS HATING ME: PICTURES!!