Just a quick aside, and one I'd be interested to get feedback on.
If you've read my last blog entry about cupcakes and icing infringements, 
you'll know that I had a very genteel, twee and fairly mumsy afternoon learning how to make festive cupcake decorations. And then headed to the rink to shout and scream a lot. It only occurred to me the night before said cupcake course, that it wasn't due to finish until 6pm - the problem being, it was 20 minutes' drive from Planet Ice and our house a bit further on. Okay the game doesn't face off until 7, but I usually try and get there about 6.30 or thereabouts, as The Boy needs to be there in good time.
you'll know that I had a very genteel, twee and fairly mumsy afternoon learning how to make festive cupcake decorations. And then headed to the rink to shout and scream a lot. It only occurred to me the night before said cupcake course, that it wasn't due to finish until 6pm - the problem being, it was 20 minutes' drive from Planet Ice and our house a bit further on. Okay the game doesn't face off until 7, but I usually try and get there about 6.30 or thereabouts, as The Boy needs to be there in good time.Cue frantic theoreticising (is that a word?) about possible scenarios, ending with me deciding to abandon cupcake course just before the planned finish time and hot foot it back to MK, swap cupcakes for hockey shirt, and still get to the rink in good time. Luckily it worked - cupcakes were all duly completed when I left the course only 10 mins early, jumped into car with lovely hubs at the wheel, and replica shirt was donned in good time for face off.
Even in the short time since then though I've started to think about other possible episodes of life getting in the way of hockey. I'm sure its not just me that finds weekends filling up rapidly with socialising in the run-up to Christmas, but how are you supposed to combine socialising with a new found ice hockey obsession?!
A forthcoming work Christmas shopping trip means I'll almost certainly end up skidding into one of the next home games midway through the first period, trying frantically to find a vacant space near the plexiglass (tricky, I know...might have to settle for a seat) and craning my neck to see the scoreboard to see I've missed anything yet.
Then there's the party I've been invited to. Now I genuinely love the hostess to bits, but admit it crossed my mind after I accepted the invite, about if it'd be rude not to turn up til about 9.30 so I can go to the game first. Luckily a double check of the diary revealed it's not a home match night.....phew!
So in only my second season of following Lightning, I've gone from being happy to drop The Boy off at Planet Ice for games then going off to enjoy the peace - to getting a little bit obsessive about being available to go to matches myself. Please tell me I'm not the only one who does this?!!
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