Skye wanted to go to a Portland Pirates hockey game for our Festibond date, which made me happy because, you know, it’s hockey.
So I wouldn’t have to leave work early and drive to Saco to get Skye, Kirsten brought her up to my office. It was the first time either of them had seen my new digs at Auto Europe since I started there in August. It was pouring rain out, so it’s good we didn’t plan to fly kites or something.
Portland had water mains break, and was on a “boil all your water” restriction. When we were seated at Otto Pizza on Congress, our waiter apologized for not bringing us water, and said they couldn’t serve fountain sodas, either. So, I ordered a delicious Otter Creek Black IPA instead. Problem solved. Skye and I ordered slices of fresh pie. She got her favorite Baked Potato, Bacon, Scallion. No surprise there.
We had a great conversation about her friends, school, Kirsten’s health, and boys. I’m super proud of Skye, and enjoy all our time together, especially when it’s one-on-one. She’s smart, funny, sweet, and, like me, loves to talk.
After a couple slices each, we headed to the Civic Center for the game. We parked in the garage next to the arena and made our way in. Our seats were just to the left of the penalty boxes, second row back, by the aisle. We were early, the teams were warming up, and very few fans had arrived.
Then Meg arrived. She was sitting in front of us with her two friends who had yet to show up. She was cute and bubbly. After a while of having her in my peripheral vision during the game, I noticed something odd about her glasses. Then it occurred to me, they were sans lenses. What?! Of course I asked her for confirmation, and if it was a trend. When I told her I was going to tweet it, she gave me her username. Of course I had to get a photo to go with the tweet, for which she graciously (or not so much) obliged.
The game was good, but the Pirates were down 1-2 into the third period. Then they scored twice within twenty-five seconds. Booya! They held onto the lead to the end. Skye was disappointed there weren’t any good fights, but I didn’t mind. I love the speed an finesse of the game far more than its brute.
Skye, who usually goes to bed around 20:00, was very tired and not much into conversation on the way home. I didn’t mind. It was nice to be out with her and to strengthen our excellent relationship. I dig her. A lot.