Friday, June 24, 2005
The last push before the weekend!
After a semi-busy day of meeting siding contractors and actually working my day job, Ric called me at 4:44 about playing hockey at 7. He had someone cancel at the last minute. I reluctantly agreed, as my gear is still wet from having played the previous two nights. I went home after another hour of work and aired it out under a fan on the back porch as much as possible. I washed and dried the necessary sundries. I made it to the rink at about 6:50. I had no tape. My garter was missing a clip. I borrowed a plastic clip and a bit of tape and made it onto the ice in time for a brief warm-up skate. I made a lot of new friends in a short time. They had bratwursts and bleu cheese burgers on the grill outside afterwards. And beer. It was tasty. I had never had Koop's "Arizona Heat" mustard. Great stuff. On my second bratwurst, the guys tried to pass Sriracha sauce off as ketchup. I saw the rooster on the bottle and was not fooled. But I played along with the supposed joke and loaded up my bratwurst bun with it. "That's gonna burn your keester tomorrow." I did not flinch. I did not shed a tear. I am acclimatized. That's the "good ketchup." We go through quarts of that in the break room at the office. Besides, I've been eating Vietnamese food on a regular basis since college. Some measure of respect was earned by the quantity of sriracha on my bratwurst. I have to say, it's a good combination. Then I stopped over to pick up a lost/found remote for my car at my brother's place, then I went to work at 11:30pm for more midnight maintenance, which I just finished. Now, I get to go home and do the pre-housekeeper housekeeping. She doesn't do dishes and laundry, so I have to get that stuff out of her way. I'm taking a weekend road trip to see my folks tomorrow afternoon, so I'll be packing for that, as well. I might get to bed by 4am. Then I have a 10am meeting in Overland Park. Five hours of sleep will have to be sufficient. My body will hate me tomorrow.