I'm Lovin It.

Today was the BEST GAME DAY EVER.

Game days are always great. Your alarm goes off and you hate life. Then you realize its game day and decide to shower after all. You put on clean clothes cause you wanna feel fresh on game day. You might even brush a comb through your hair. But maybe not. You look into your closet and make the biggest decision you are going to make all day - Home jersey or Third? Today the answer was Third. Game day. Sigh.

So this game day began with Alberta Bound (who drives me to JPs house in the mornings for my car pool) warming up the truck with the Oilers flags on it at approximately 6:55am. I thought we were leaving the house at 7:25am to be at JP's at 7:45am, but apparently on game days you like to be early. Really early. When we pulled into JPs driveway at 7:15am, AB Bound says "Oh!!! I guess you would have had time for breakfast after all!" Great observations again from AB Bound. Man, she's getting good.

Game day calmed down in the morning as we passed the time by "working", reminding ourselves bi-minutely that today, was infact, game day. And then lunch hit.

JP and I, along with my colleagues RS and DOK, hit up McDonalds for the ultimate taste test. Once again, JP facilitated a marvelous Food/Bev Scientific Experiment (not to be outdone by her 2003 experiment entitled: "Coke. American and Canadian. Can You Tell the Difference?"). This one was called: "McDonalds. Does taste geographically differenciate or does age play a role in staling your flavour?" I told her that was too complicated but she insisted we proceed.
 
Please enjoy this photo of JP and I lovin' it.

The test was to see if I still liked McDonalds because I hadn't eaten it since last October in England and it was gross. The consensus? Canadian McDonalds is amazing. Hit me baby one more time. I even had to have a self-appointed time-out at lunch due to the medium Coke I had. I was too hyper to form sentences. It was bad. I'm talkin Christmas '97 bad. To calm me down I ate 8 jub-jus. I think they helped.

When I punched the clock at 5:08pm (I'm not a slacker), I met AB Bound for some dinner at the bar where she almost fisticuffed a waitress who didn't have the baseball game on the tv. We thought we would eat at the Keg and stroll into Rexall place fashionably late (only one hour before the game) but once again, after our meal and scenic route of Edmonton, we arrived at the rink before they had opened the doors. At least we tried!

We were down 4-2 going into the 3rd. The other two periods gave us penalties and heartache. And then, the Gods remembered it was GAME DAY. Ryan Smyth scored, getting his 499th point. Then he scored again, getting his 500th NHL career point. STANDING OVATION. #94 SCores again. 3 goals in 2:01 minutes. The fastest hat trick record in Oilers history since The Great One banked three under three in 1981. 501 points. STANDING OVATION again.

We ended up winning 6-4. The building was electric.

Game day people. Game day. It don't get betta than dis.