So, here we are - 2pm on Wednesday afternoon - game 7 of the Stanley cup finals. By 10am, the streets were getting crowded. By 11am, I had trouble moving around the streets. By 11:30, all the street vendors seemed to be set up ready to go. By noon - I had a headache. The horns are honking, the people cheering and someone poked me in the eye with a flag. I might just get a black eye from it. I mean really, a group of young men, already drunk, walking down the middle of the sidewalk waving a Canuck flag around. I was busy minding my own business just trying to pick up a sandwich for lunch when wham! Right in the eye! Of course, I had just taken my glasses off because a bug landed on them and I was wiping them off so I had no protection. I yelped - mostly in surprise - and the kid with the flag says "You should really watch where you place your eyeballs lady" Really? Are you kidding me? I did what any sane person would do, I called him a rather unladylike name and kicked him in the shin. The security guard standing in front of the Scotia Bank came over and escorted me inside. He started to laugh and said that was the funniest thing he had seen in a long time. The kid didn't quite know how to react. Good thing the guard pulled me off or I might have done some real damage....not sure to whom, but still....
The silver hockey player arrived dressed up and ready to go bright and early this morning as he was already there when I emerged from the train station at 9am. Two hot dog vendors were also already set up. There is something about the smell of hotdogs at 9am that really does the trick in putting you in a good mood. I really want to tell you about the woman I saw though (when I still had two good eyes). So, I was walking down Granville and I noticed this woman coming towards me surrounded by 3 young men. It took me a minute or two to figure out she was not wearing a Canuck jersey. She was topless but had been body painted so well that it really looked like a very skin tight top. The men were there to prevent other men from reaching over and trying to rub her 'shirt' off. I must admit, I was envious. Ahh, to be young and have your boobs stay upright without magic wires or anything. There are other people also obviously artistic out there. A group of three were wearing home made Stanley cup hats that are about 3 feet tall. Hope they are not going to the arena with those. I would hate to be the person with the seats behind them. There is also the young lady with "Kesler, marry me" embroidered across her back. That must have taken some time.
Well, I just looked out my window as I heard a crowd let up a huge cheer and I can see about 15,000 people all gathered around the black screens of the giant TV's. Not sure what they are cheering at but they are tossing a couple of beach balls around.
Anyway, will keep you posted