Post Trip Wrap-up

The trip to Vegas was supposed to be mostly partying, with some floor hockey mixed in. In previous years, the team had never won a game. In fact, the team had never even scored a goal. So this year, we all assumed that we'd get more of the same. We'd play a few games, get eliminated, and then party for the rest of the weekend. One problem with that plan.

We kept winning.

With all the wins, we ended up playing the maximum number of games. And the more we won, the more tired we got, and the more sleep we needed. No staying out all night - we had to recover from all the exercise. By Sunday afternoon, it hit us - we hadn't done nearly as much gambling and partying as we thought we would, because we were too busy playing hockey.

Which was fun. Not what I expected, but it was fun. Except for my knees, which apparently didn't react well to playing five hockey games in three days. If I die this week, go ahead and assume I had an adverse reaction to large helpings of Aleve, Advil, and Gatorade.

My favorite thing I overheard this weekend-

"I love Las Vegas. Because otherwise normal and modest girls feel the need to dress slutty and hoe-up. Las Vegas and Halloween - the two times girls can let loose."

Lastly, I'm left with this. Saturday night, me and four friends were at dinner, eating and drinking, cracking up and joking around. No talk about work or no talk about families and wives. Upbeat from winning hockey games, ogling the many pretty women, making each other laugh - just like we did when we were in college. We were like 20 year-old kids without a care in the world.

And I felt young again.

Then I felt the wracking pain in both my knees and I got kicked back to reality. But it was fun to pretend. If only for a moment.