Cocaine Princess here.
On Saturday a tragic event occurred.
Brace yourselves.
Two of my nails broke and I needed to see my manicurist asap!
I opened the garage and to my surprise my driveway wasn't a driveway anymore. It had been transformed into a hockey arena. There was a hockey net at the top and at the foot of the driveway and all these little boys between the ages of 7 and 8 with hockey sticks in their hands were running all over the place. I didn't recognize any of their little faces. From the garage I walked onto the driveway and before I even had a chance to speak the little goalie closest to me said,
'You're in my way lady- moooove!'
I'm in his way? I think it's the other way around.
'Yeah move!' said another. 'You're blocking my shot.'
I'm not sure what position he was playing so I'll just refer to him as player#2. I explained I needed for them to step aside with their equipment so I could back out of the driveway.
'We're in the middle of a game so you're gonna have to wait,' the little goalie replied.
Perched on top of the snowbank were several little girls. I didn't recognize any of them either.
They were dressed in colorful bubble jackets, berets on their heads, ugg boots covering their feet and gloves that said 'I Love Jonas Bros.' Carefully trying 'not to be in the way' I walked over to where they were sitting and asked what they were up to.
'We came to see the game,' answered girl #1.
No sporting event is complete with fans.
'My boyfriend is the goalie,' proudly informed girl #2.
'Your boyfriend? How old are you?' I asked.
'Almost 6,' she replied.
'How long have you two been dating?'
'Since last week.'
'That long huh? Which goalie is your boyfriend?' I inquired.
'The one who told you to move.'
Is there anyway you can please ask him to stop the game for just a few minutes?
I thought maybe if she asked I would have better luck.
She shouted the question at him.
Her boyfriend the goalie shouted back.
'No!'
I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere with them. I headed back inside the house for some back up. 'A' was no help.
'For heaven sakes let them play their game darling,' she said.
'Why are they playing in our driveway? What's a matter with theirs?'
'Maybe it isn't shoveled yet.'
'It's not like I'm asking them to stop the game completely, only for a few minutes, until I back out and then they can pick up right where they left off. I have to go. It's an emergency.'
She asked what the emergency was. I showed her my hand with the broken nails.
'Oh my God that is devastating.'
'I know,' I said agreeing with her.
'How are you even standing up? Are you in any pain darling? Do you need to sit down? I wouldn't want you to faint,' she teased.
'Can't you go out and talk to them?'
'Are any of them my students?' she questioned.
'I don't know. Is anyone of your students dating a goalie?' I questioned back.
'This is the first day in weeks they've been allowed to play outside so let them have their fun.'
Well she had me there. Saturday was the first day in weeks a person could venture outside without the fear their ears would crack and fall off. We reached a high of +2! Can you believe it, +2! And the storm that was suppose to have slammed us, missed us. We only received a few cm. of snow, nothing really major. Mother Nature seemed to have finally taken pity.
I decided to wait it out until they finished playing.
I decided to wait it out until they finished playing.
A short while later the doorbell rang. My sister answered it. By their voice I recognized who was at the door.
It was the pint size little dictator aka the little goalie.
'Can you tell that other lady we're taking a break. We'll be back after lunch.'
I then heard footsteps approaching me.
'I have a message for you,' said A.
'And I heard it loud and clear......'
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
