To the Flyers: WE'RE BAAAACK!

Sorry about the delay. With the Habs and the 11-hour drive today, blogging was the last thing on my mind. Wednesday morning we woke up early-ish to get to our yoga class we booked the night before. Kind of felt like shit, but I’m a trooper so I went anyways. The place was simply amazing, and it was sorta my first real yoga studio. The teacher was a sub, but what do I care, I’m only there for one more day. It was hot yoga too, and if you want an image of how I sweat, when I bent down, it was like pouring water out of a teapot onto my mat. If you didn’t want the image, well, too bad, you got it anyway. Post-yoga, we went back to the hostel and started to get really excited about the Habs game that night. Because of our superstitions, we were going to eat lunch at the same place (Waterfront Hotel) and eat the same thing, same thing for supper as well (veggie dogs with mustard) and I ate my pre-dinner banana. We have a lot more superstitious things, but this would become a 3-page blog. We decided next to go to the Walter’s Museum of Art, which, like many similar museums, had an incredible permanent collection and we couldn’t cover everything before they closed their doors at 5pm. They had everything from 18th century Asian and Italian art, to Islamic weaponry, medieval armaments and a great Christian exhibit.

We got back to the hostel and started our meal. Got that done, and went back to our lucky Irish Pub, Mick Oshea’s. Got there a little early to get good season, and the minute I got in with the Habs jersey, the TV was changed to Versus. Gotta love the Irish. I ordered Coors Light all night, Tyler Heineken, just like Game 6. The result was amazing, just like Game 6. Alot more Americans were cheering for the Habs this time around, we understood mostly because there is a rivalry between Baltimore and Pittsburgh, but also, they all hate Crosby. Something we have in common. We met a beautiful girl, Kate, who was a Detroit fan, but became a Habs fan since the Wings are out, and got shots and ended a beautiful evening.
We got back to the hostel and shot the shit with our new roommates, Anya, a Russian who live in LA with a great sense of humour and Jari, a Finnish dude who was simply hilarious, and he reminded us a lot of Koivu. After alot of talk about Koivu and the Habs, we went to bed.
Tomorrow was to be another day.

Driving wednesday: 0 hours

Song of the Day: Never let you go by Third Eye Blind

Quote of the Day:
“An idea is one of the most dangerous things you can have, especially when you only have one.”