Jordan, Rio, and I went to Vancouver to see a Canucks game live. Jordan and I hadn't been since I was pregnant with Rio, and needless to say, Rio had never been.
It was a whirlwind trip. Gramma came to Victoria to stay with the boys and so the three of us took off for just long enough to catch the ferry, make our way downtown, have a quick dinner with Auntie Chels and Uncle Dave, then head off to the game. Here are the excited fans outside the arena:
The game was amazing. Better than I remembered actually. I forgot how fast they are live, and how many of the subtleties you miss watching it on TV as opposed to seeing the entire open ice. The game went to overtime and then a long shoot out with the Canucks victorious. What a game!
I do have to admit however, that the most exciting part of the experience happened about 10 minutes before the game. We were walking down the street and passed a Starbucks on the corner, and lo and behold I saw a sharp dressed man outside. For those of you who care, it was [injured and not playing] Chris Higgins. (My God, good thing it wasn't Bieksa or Edler, I may have fainted). Long story short, through no choice of my own, we got our picture taken. It goes without saying I was a giddy 13 year old girl and immediately downed a pepsi slurpee and a chocolate bar in about 7 seconds because I was so flustered by the entire ordeal.
The original photo.
How the photo looks when I look at it.
Although I had a ridiculously comfy hotel bed, I didn't sleep well last night because I was so excited by the entire event - not just the Higgins sighting, but the game itself. We rushed back home today for Jordan to get to work this afternoon and Rio to catch the last hour of school in order to collect her Valentines loot. That will be a night we all remember for quite some time (I'm guessing me more than the other two!)