one of the things i remember about all my tours at hamilton is the sage hockey rink, where the citrus bowl is held at the beginning of the hockey season every year. legend has it that everyone sneaks oranges past the frisking and after hamilton scores its first goal, they bombarde the ice and the opposing team’s goalie. sounded exciting to me. well, this year they cracked down on the fruit throwing. it is, after all, disrespectful to fruit. oh, and the opposing team.
but i really wanted to go anyway. at the last minute, i called quinn and she said i could go with her and her friends. so we went over, waited in line, got stripped searched (no, not really), were presented with free t-shirts and inflatable hockey sticks, and watched the game. hamilton lost to babson 4 to 6, but the game was good and the hamilton pride was refreshing, as was the tangy citrus scent that lingered in the air after that first goal. somebody was hiding oranges somewhere!
after the game, i went to see the buffers with quinn and her friends, and the concert was pretty good. i stayed almost until the very end, until i was so hungry that i couldn’t hear the a cappella harmonizing over my growling stomach. so i said goodnight, brought food from the diner back to my room and watched tv for awhile before going to bed. honestly, i was all socialized out. i think i need to construct my stamina gradually. but i managed to spend almost five consecutive hours outside of my room with several strangers and the night didn’t culminate with a panic attack or a seizure. that was enough for one night.
quote of the day: “i don’t need what you don’t got” – goo goo dolls
love always, em locke
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