Adventures on the bus and other venues
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mishadayOn the bus to the Seattle Center for the hockey game, I sat just behind the center-facing seats that fold down for wheelchairs. There was a trio of students there chatting away, and most of their conversation was audible to me. They were headed for the game as well, but got off on the wrong side of the Center. As soon as they stepped down, a pair of girls behind and to my right started commenting on the most vocal of the three, the one who'd been going on about electrical engineering and grad school. Then the pair behind me chimed in as well, and I couldn't help but turn and correct one of their assumptions as to his marriageability - his friends had gotten into Stanford and MIT, not him, but yes, he was rather loud, wasn't he. We all shared a good giggle.
The hockey game was fun. Lots of fights, and after both teams had scored a goal (and after Seattle's first goal, there was an odd bear-throwing experience, in which two bears were ignominously hung from the netting, poor things) bith Nemo and I defected to Canada and started rooting for Vancouver. And a good thing, too, for they won, 4-2. The only cute player we could see from Seattle was the goalie. Fortunately, they didn't show the Vancouver player's pictures on screen, so we could imagine that they were all cute. They were certainly all young - the WHL is mostly 18-22 or so, from what I've seen of the player stats. The dirty old woman in me perved the whole time.
We were in the box seats and everyone there was at least slash-aware, so Nemo and I had great fun making dirty comments about everything from the goalies' flexibility and willingness to go on their knees at the drop of the puck to calling for blood at the flinging down of a glove. Such fun.
I'm going to have to find some way of getting home from the Seattle Center that doesn't involve walking from there to downtown. The 74 stops running that far at about 9, so just a wee bit late for the hockey game. It's not a bad walk, and there were certainly enough people around I didn't feel unsafe or anything, but still.
I passed on woman on the sidewalk (I'm a fast walker) and while waiting for the light to change a few steps later, she kindly warned me about watching to make sure my purse wasn't stolen. I thanked her and wished her a good night.
But, home now, bread's rising for a morning baking, and I've just sucked down a liter and a half of water. I suppose I was thirsty, I only had a single pot of tea earlier today.
The hockey game was fun. Lots of fights, and after both teams had scored a goal (and after Seattle's first goal, there was an odd bear-throwing experience, in which two bears were ignominously hung from the netting, poor things) bith Nemo and I defected to Canada and started rooting for Vancouver. And a good thing, too, for they won, 4-2. The only cute player we could see from Seattle was the goalie. Fortunately, they didn't show the Vancouver player's pictures on screen, so we could imagine that they were all cute. They were certainly all young - the WHL is mostly 18-22 or so, from what I've seen of the player stats. The dirty old woman in me perved the whole time.
We were in the box seats and everyone there was at least slash-aware, so Nemo and I had great fun making dirty comments about everything from the goalies' flexibility and willingness to go on their knees at the drop of the puck to calling for blood at the flinging down of a glove. Such fun.
I'm going to have to find some way of getting home from the Seattle Center that doesn't involve walking from there to downtown. The 74 stops running that far at about 9, so just a wee bit late for the hockey game. It's not a bad walk, and there were certainly enough people around I didn't feel unsafe or anything, but still.
I passed on woman on the sidewalk (I'm a fast walker) and while waiting for the light to change a few steps later, she kindly warned me about watching to make sure my purse wasn't stolen. I thanked her and wished her a good night.
But, home now, bread's rising for a morning baking, and I've just sucked down a liter and a half of water. I suppose I was thirsty, I only had a single pot of tea earlier today.
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Date: 2004-02-28 11:46 pm (UTC)and I'm still up... why? ;)
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Date: 2004-02-29 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-29 02:14 pm (UTC)I never realize how nice the 74 is until it stops running :)
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Date: 2004-02-29 08:53 pm (UTC)No kidding. It was a straight shot in, but home - Oi!
And I did think of catching one of the buses from the Center to downtown, but the night was nice and I got impatient.
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Date: 2004-02-29 12:07 pm (UTC)I'm glad they won.
ps - the name of this icon is 'barely legal'
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Date: 2004-02-29 01:54 pm (UTC)We were up in the box seats, which really aren't near the ice, so it's hard to tell if the boys are cute, but they're young and flexible, which is often much more important.