Friday, June 11, 2010

Thanks Blackhawks




Dear Chicago Blackhawks,

Thank you for winning the Stanley Cup. Not because I follow hockey (I don't). Not because I'm one of those desperately devoted Chicago fans (I'm not). Mostly because, in your win, a celebration city wide commenced, coinciding with Vanessa's and my decision to go out to do karaoke. And the streets were filled with people. And the lights were bright and the cars and bars were noisy. And it was glorious, gritty, city time, together, united in love for our acclaimed hockey team, clinging to just one sport-pepper-no-ketchup-Chicago-style athletic success. And since Ness and I were out, we met many fans. Like Jose (see above). And Sean? Who picked up our bar tab. Because we were pretty and LOVE the Blackhawks. Duh. And the gin and tonic (see above) and the spectacular view from that 17th story balcony were pretty sweet, I have to say. All thanks to you, hockey team. All thanks to you.

Love,
me

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