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Let's see since our last meeting what's been going on?

Thursday night I encountered my first real super prick on the ice. Jesus Key Rist, Mang, this is adult novice co-ed hockey... grow the fuck up. That's what I should have said, or something to the equivalent when he out of the blue comes up to me and says "get your sick between my feet again and you're going down!" instead all that came out in the moment was "Shut the hell up!" ;-) Ended up taking a penalty on this whining loud mouth later in the game. I have to admit it was worth the two in the box when I tripped the shit out of him along the boards. I guess Pat, one of our over 40 defensemen, felt the same as he flat out checked this bastard into the glass. We are not a hitting league.. so he got a stiff penalty, but oh man... priceless. I just don't get some people. There are no NHL scouts in the stands. You have no honour on the line you have to defend... just presume good intent from your fellow players, have fun and play the game... jah know?

Friday went up to Denver to act in another Murder Mystery. The gig was for a post holiday party for a company that does background checks for apt complexes. Man... they were soooo shit-faced. I felt for Jay who was our host for the event... it was like herding drunk cats for him. But they had a good time so it's cool. The venue was a club in Denver's LoDo called Mattie's. Mattie's used to be a brothel back in the day. It opened in the late 1800's. Mattie was the third Madame to run the place. She had it from 1911 - '15 when the puritans shut it down. It then became a Buddhist temple and warehouse before LoDo's "revitalisation".
So I played a Bookie and a hitman. Which is killer because it means I get two nice death scenes to do in an evening. As the hitman I run in right after the host greets people and explains the set up. I get shot by a detective who's trailed me to the event. Blood packs are a riot. Basically it's saran wrap or as the say over the pond "cling" filled with fake blood. (kayro syrup and dye). this is taped to your chest and slapped/burst when clutching your chest after getting hit.
Later as the bookie I have some big arguments and then accidentally sip a poisoned drink that was intended for someone else. This is my favorite death because it's long and drawn out. I was coughing so hard as I stumbled I had tears coming down my face. Yeah, I'm so fucking Oscar worthy. ;-) But I will pat myself on the back a little as the host was telling me later that people where actually really concerned if I was OK. The guy who I was arguing with's girlfriend didn't know he was in on the event so I really upset her. The poor girl was almost in tears as she thought I was just about to beat his ass in front of his work. She must have really lost it when a little bit later we had him come back from the bathroom covered in blood and a knife sticking out of his abdomen.
I was a little late getting done with the event... so I imagine that's why samanthakayne and ironbhr went AWOL and didn't meet me for some traditional Jerusalem after the show. I have to imagine cause they NEVER called to explain... bastiges. ;-)
So that, throw in some number one ranked CC hockey (take that DU), and a three day weekend... and that's mostly the State of Dave.

How are you doing n' stuff?