Awhile back, my Dallas friends and I decided to go to a Stars game instead of buying Christmas presents for one another. This way we all got to spend time together as a group, catch up and watch a bunch of men skate around on ice chasing pucks. In a word: AWESOME.
It was my first hockey game. Ever. Well, excluding my three years playing varsity field hockey in high school. But that was on grass, not ice. And – now that I have seen an ice hockey game – I’ve decided that it reminds me more of lacrosse than field hockey any way.
There were nine of us in attendance. Six ladies and three of the guys. Trevor was there, and – despite being outnumbered by girls – all three of the men managed to buy matching Stars hats between periods one and two. Very, very cute.
In the end, the Stars lost, but it was fun despite the final score. Plus, we all got to go out to dinner afterwards. All in all, a good day.
Trevor, can I go to another hockey game soon? Pleeeeeeeeeease?!