Bad Coffee...

Well, it's day two of our anniversary vacation. We are at the Hilton in Tucson. It's a pretty nice hotel. Bed was comfy, flat screen t.v..... but the coffee blows. Yeah, it's just one of those one cup coffee maker, but seriously, it's the Hilton! We can't upgrade and get some better coffee? We can't have a kuerig, or a mr. coffee? We can't even get more than 4 half and halfs? The coffee is just so bad, I need more than 2 half and halfs and 3 sugars, and I can't stand the fake sugar they put there. But I caved and had to but an Equal in there. The after taste it leaves in my mouth is like melted plastic from a kid's toy. But, I was thirsty and needed something for my dry, sore, scratchy thoat. (oh the joy of being sick on vacation.... It's just the sinuses but it's still miserable to sleep at night.....)  So now I want some Starbucks... but don't want to give my arm or leg for a Venti White Chocolate Mocha with a billion empty calories. But on the plus side, bad coffee brings me back to the days of high school and early adulthood living on my own and writing and whatnot. And that made me decide to write a little while Chuck takes a shower. But now my coffee is cold and tastes even worse. Ick.

On Tuesday after we got off work, we went to a Coyotes game for our actual anniversary night... and it was a greeeeaaaattt game! We were down by three in the first, and playing like shit. They just weren't meshing together. I leaned my head on Charlie's shoulder and just didn't want to watch them lose. They were on a streak and it would just be so sad that they would lose on our anniversary. But when they came out after the first intermission, they were on fire! Tippet got a fire lit under their butts and they came out to kick some ass. (Insert "Who wants to kick some ass?.... I do! I do! ala Jay and Silent Bob Status) Then after the second intermission we came back. We were down by two and seriously needed to score. Luck was on our side, well kinda. Brule got elbowed in the head by a dirty king and had to be escorted off the ice( and now he's out for a while... so sad. I liked the little guy) So that gave us a 5 minute power play, even though Yandle got 2 minutes for roughing, but we didn't let that phase us. We took advantage of that power play and scored to goals to tie it up 4-4 and go into over time. We played so hard in that five minutes we should have scored.... And the chanting.... You had to be there for this. It was invigorating. It was awe inspiring. THE WHOLE ARENA began to chant "BEAT L.A." We should have recorded the game because to hear that on t.v. would have been awesome. The whole arena vibrated with anticipation, hope, determination. It was a beautiful moment. And chuck and I were apart of it. We had to go to a shoot out. Whitney was up first...... he shoots... HE SCORES! And then time for Smitty to shine.... he blocks the kings. Next up Vrbata... He shoots... he misses..... Smitty fails to block the kings. Then come Boedker ( and I wouldn't have thought Tippet would pick Boedker to save the day...) He shoots.... He SCOOOOORRREEESSSSSS! And now it's really up to Mike Smith to finish the job..... Tension could be cut with a knife. Everyone was holding their breath. You could here a pin drop...... Jack Johnson goes in for the kill... but no such luck! Smitty blocks it and we win in a shoot out!!!!!! 5-4!!!!

I could go on about the game... but we have to go to the zoo now and Chuck's giving me the look. :Come on Leah, let's pack our stuff and go. Finnnnee.