My house smells like poo. It seems Ms. Satin and chicken = lose bowels. So I had a little bit of a mess to clean last evening when I got home, but not her fault - God bless her - I was running late getting back into town. My girl was still happy to see me, despite sitting in a stinky house. This little mess isn't something that could possibly ruin our weekend however. The weather was perfect minus a little rain on our return (but it's Johnstown - what do you expect) and the travel was smooth.

We arrived in Columbus and checked in to a rather bitchin view from the Hyatt Regency straight down High Street and over towards the arena and other arena district lights. After getting Beff a bit psyched up by merely pointing and noting that we were less than a block away from where her precious Paul Kariya was, we headed to the district for some grub. Ok, we also had to pause so she could change jeans after she wet her pants... on the sink, so she claims! The travel rule is no chains. Well, no chains that we have access to at home, so we stopped in at Gordon Birsch for some pre-game snacks and a martini for me.

From there we hopped into line and chatted with a few people waiting along with us... I'm glad we didn't realize we could get in early thanks to our special seats as if we had, we wouldn't have entered at JUST the right time to get stopped by the Pepsi girls. Do we want to participate in a game? ABSOLUTELY - Beff does! Luckily her head was already swooning and she was easy to trick into this one. Before she knew what was going on she had filled out her paperwork and she was told she would be dancing for the crowd. NOOOOO she bellowed. Priceless. After a short freakout she settled into a bit of a healthy buzz state and we headed on to find our seats.

While our seats were a bit off from our initial expectations they still proved to be fabulous - even if Paul didn't land in the sin bin to see the lovely "Go Paul!" sign I made to take with us up close and personal. We headed closer to the goal to take some warm up photos and then settled in for the game. The woman to my left gave us a good laugh asking if we were players wives. *puzzle* Sadly I find this to be an incredible compliment as I'm sure the wives of most of the pros are simply stunning, not exactly someone I'm use to being confused for.

Halfway through the second it was time to go get her jiggy on so we headed off to get our lovely lady, and her lovely Kariya Predators shirt up on the jumbo-tron for a dance off. Needless to say, principles in tact (along with the Predators shirt) she was destined to be booed, but she still got some goodies for participating. The best part was how many people pointed the rest of the evening throughout the game, on the exit of the arena, and throughout the hotel after asking "hey are you the dancing lady?" and other mixes of such inquiry. Needless to say she was told how completely robbed she was and how she had it going on. From there over to Buca to grab some italian food for dinner where we split some delightful manicotti and a half-pound meatball.

Final deal the Nashville Predators lost to the Columbus Blue Jackets 4-3, but at least they were up when Beff was dancing (I meant winning - ugh. Get your mind out of the gutter). I still say she distracted them, resulting in the loss. We know Kariya watched the jumbo-tron during other stoppages so we're pretty sure he at least got the ego boost of seeing someone dance their ass of in his name. If he wasn't looking initially, he probably was after the crowd started screaming "Kariya sucks".

After crashing out for a night's rest we rose to grab some breakfast and then off to return to PA. We stopped at Clems for some BBQ (I've said for years I needed to stop and try their food), and then headed straight to Indiana to support a youth hockey fundraiser game with some former Penguins. Speaking of robbed... how bad is it when you have to rig a game to get former NHLers to win a game? The shots on goal never changed after the start of the second, the clock sometimes stopped with a whistle other times not - and towards the end it just didn't start to buy the former Pens some more time to win the game. Tsk tsk. Although, I guess they're still playing better than the current Pens. *grin*

Too much fun. I don't think I've laughed so much in one weekend in a VERY long time. I'm tired, I'm glad to be home, but it's always sad to return to "reality", especially after getting reminded how many more younger, hotter guys are wandering the streets in other cities.

While we were gone our boys won in Wheeling 4-2. Great deal! I'm ready to see them play once again on Wednesday night, it feels like it's been a very long time. In other hockey-lands, I see Paulie put up a hat trick in the first period of a game Saturday over in the CEHL. Good work Paulie!

Finally a small addition from this morning: I call BS on the "what kind of weather" are you quiz I found through Angela. Seriously...

You Are a Rainbow

Breathtaking and rare You are totally enchanting and intriguing But you usually don't stick around long! You are best known for: your beauty Your dominant state: seducing

What Type of Weather Are You?