Well, it’s over. Even though my liver has filed it’s official transfer papers, it was well worth it. Holy shit was that fun.
Our photographer took some 1800 pictures, which of course she’s still sifting through. So, for now, I’ve added a few Gillies-related pics from the week gone by, courtesy Brianna. Just too much fun. I’ll have a whole bunch up within a week.
And as quickly as it came and went, my life is about to take me on another busy adventure. This Saturday, I’m packing up my car, stuffing my fiance inside and making the Kelowna to Phoenix trek. Who doesn’t like road-trip Twitter?
Speaking of, I apologize for my lack of existence this past week. As one of the directors of the event, I was running around pretty good trying to make sure everything ran smooth. And of course, it ran smoother than Trottiers upper lip after a midnight mustache auction (Thanks again to Bryan for graciously removing his facial hair, as shown in the pic below).
We had so many amazing guests this year (I’m looking at you Bob Johnston, Sue and Drew Sutherland). Michael Burgess, who frequently sings the anthem for the Maple Leafs, sang ours at the big game. For a bonus, he sang Danny Boy a capella at the wrap-up banquet. Holy banana peels and onions was it freaking amazing. I cried, and I hate all things opera-ish. But enough about my ovaries.
This week will be devoted to preparing for the upcoming year, as well as squeezing every last bit of quality time I can out of my family. In a matter of weeks the NHL is going to start brewing, the NFL is going to be underway and I’m going to be well settled into my writing career in Phoenix. I’m just so excited.
I need to get new articles to www.hockeyprimetime.com
, as well as USA Today, so if you have any suggestions on interesting topics (like say, cabbie beatings or whatever), let me know. Go Jets!