I went to another hockey game tonight. Coworker, her friend and I all met up on the monorail and then went over to the game. It was a very exciting game. Everett kept pulling their goalie so they could have six men on the ice. Ultimately the T-Birds won 3 - 2. There wasn't as much fighting as there usually is, though so that was a bit of a downer. However, I'm sitting next to these 2 boys who are totally my type* and the one is chatting me up. He is very cute and we were having a grand ol' time. At one point he even touched my knee to have me move out of the way of the people coming back into our row. The problem... You know there'll be one... And for a change it isn't because he is gay. It is worse. Gold band, left hand. Dammit! His buddy was cute too, and no ring that I saw... I kept hoping they'd change seats but they didn't. I wonder if they are season ticket holders...Better bust out my night vision goggles. :)
*My type tends to run to bigger beefier guys. I'm not a little person so I don't want to feel all Jack Sprat & his wifey. Although somehow I tend to date skinny little geeks. How does that happen??
For KTP - I did a google search and try here for a place that will ship to IL.