1. Pack.
2. Birthday present shopping for Brian's dad.
3. Pack.
4. Limit my coffee intake so I can try to go to sleep tonight at a decent time.
5. Pack.
6. Watch the Wings @ Rangers tonight. (Should be epic--Brian predicted a limb malfunction/loss for one Marian Gaborik, so if the game is half as exciting as that bold statement, we're going to have a blast.)
7. Pack.
Can you tell I fucking hate packing?
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Just wanted to put something quick out there: Thank you, thank you to everyone who gave us suggestions of things and places to check out while we're in town. You guys are the best. Now we're even MORE excited about everything ever, and we didn't think that was even possible. From now on, I'm going to consult you all on every single one of my major life decisions and personal issues, so get ready to enjoy this bond we now have with one another. (For starters, let me ask you a question about this burning sensation I recently experienced...)
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We'll be staying in touch via Twitter, and I'll have my laptop, although I can't promise we'll be coherent enough to write anything meaningful post-game. If our experience goes anything like we hoped for in our itinerary, one or more of the following may ensue:
1. Arrests. For stealing a kid's Zamboni toy. Whatever, you now know how I feel about children.
2. Something may get lit on fire. I'm just saying. If someone levels Corey Perry or Ryan Getzlaf or, really, anybody on that squad, I'm pretty sure I'll need to incorporate "Opa!" into the evening's festivities.
3a. Having the best experience of our lives, period, or...
3b. Being found face-down in a gutter in a pile of our own bile. It really is an all-or-nothing situation.
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