December 11, 1999.

I'm wearing my grey flannel dress, the one that makes me feel like a stuffed animal. It has to be the most comfortable article of clothing I've ever owned. It's also good to wear on a day like today, when I'll be seeing & hugging a lot of old friends. I'm more fun to hug when I make an effort to be tactile.

"Pat the Bunny (the one assigned to me) says hello, and I think my ice cream is trying to relay a message too, but I keep eating it."
- dav

Last night the Boy & I went out to see my first OHL game. I don't particularly recommend the experience: the stadium was half-empty, there were hyper kids running everywhere, and the beer was too gross to take any of the edge off. It also doesn't help that the Mississauga Ice Dogs are one of the worst teams in the league, due to their owner's insistence that no Europeans can be drafted. Yeah. Don Cherry has always been an idiot, but this is something special. At least this time his idiocy will be tangibly translated into a losing season.

It was also somewhat boring to be sitting at a cold, dull arena with someone who actually wanted to watch the players. Honestly. Sometimes I think that the Boy would know more about me if I was drafted to the NHL.

While we were watching the Dogs lose, we fantasized about the OHL team the Boy plans to buy when he makes his fortune in disposable tents. It would be called the Peterborough Pansies. The mascot would be a life size version of those dancing flowers so popular in the 80's. They would take the ice to the strains of Bowie's "Oh! You Pretty Things."

gotta make way for the homo superior...