First things first, however. He brought me hotcakes and coffee from Mickey D's. I shoved those down my throat and then proceeded to pour my coffee all over my laptop.
Me: OMG, OMG, OMG
Brad: Jumps up, attacks it with tissue, picks it up, turns it upside down, shakes it, then takes keys out and mops up remaining liquid.
I think we know who the cool cat is here.
We finally escape and shove ourselves into a cab, as it's -140 out and too damn cold to wheel me home. Brad opens the door of the condo and I am assaulted by a furry little grey thing, with both tail and tongue spinning around in circles.
We relaxed the entire day and then...
|Seriously sweet seats|
We went with mom and Pamela, while Carman sat up in the rafters with Kristy and Derek. Enjoy the view guys? ;)
Drake (rapper dude for those of you who are like "Whooo????") sat court side and only about 9 rows down from us (you get a different answer depending on who you ask).
He and I performed at half time. Don't worry, I'm sure you can catch it on YouTube.
It was a great game, this time the Raptors didn't buckle in the fourth quarter and they managed to pull out a win. I was surprised that I still had a voice by the time the game was over. Between cheering for the team, and screaming for a freaking t-shirt they were flinging into the stands, I was raw. They were red, would've matched my kicks. Sucks.
I did actually catch one, but turned to my left, saw a kid with his arms outstretched and gave it to him. Meant more to him than it ever would to me.
Brad had to work Saturday. Griffin and I slept in until 10 or so. We got up and mom took him out, while I sucked back my aerosols. I had great intentions of grabbing breakfast and doing other human things, but instead my body went into a coma-like state and I didn't rise again until about 2. I woke and the G-man was right beside me.
Like owner, like dawg?
The Hamiltons came over for dinner and games that night. Brad and I had decided earlier to let someone else win. We will wait until Christmas time to crush them and destroy their dreams. Muhahaha...
It's now Sunday. Brad's gone back home. I watched him leave in a cab. Another trip home that I'm not on.
Instead, I will stay in this city, keep pumping iron, flexing muscles, generally being cool and doing the granny shuffle all over the place.
Fingers crossed for an early Christmas present. For once I can say that's all I really want - and mean it.