Shaddap… You try coming up with a new title for every post.

I had a great time at the game on Friday. It wasn’t the best game in the world but it had it’s moments. These moments included the two mouth breathers down our aisle who decided they should get back to their seats during play and were making their way past us as the ‘Nucks scored. Nice.

There was also this kid behind us who screamed for the entire game. He was switching between doing colour commentary and shouting encouragement. I’m sure my ear drum was perforated by midway through the second period. Kate was really annoyed with him from the start. Her mood didn’t improve after he jumped up and whatever he was eating flew in the air, coming down on her head and the jacket of the girl sitting two spots away. Dad seemed oblivious to it all… This is why I generally don’t like the other humans.

In other news, we were happy as hell to find our section had won a prize package of some sort! Spanky, Kate and I set off to collect our loot during the intermission. Imagine our disappointment to find that we had won the right to give away all our personal information. “You mean we don’t get a lot of booze right now?” We decided to pass on that one.

Biff was over on Saturday night. I made little mention of his latest facial hair experiment though it didn’t go unnoticed. We grabbed some bad Chinese food and then hit Starbucks. And yes, he lost his glasses. He noticed that they were missing after spotting what he thought was a girl getting undressed in the apartment across the street. It was likely a curtain moving the the breeze. In any event, this was the moment that he realized that he didn’t have his glasses.

We looked everywhere and they aren’t here. No, I’m not just saying that. As someone who has worn glasses since I was 13, can I just say that I’ve never lost a pair of glasses? He and I have similar eyes so neither of us wear them all the time and yet he ‘loses’ his once a year. I’m betting something at Prada caught his eye…