Saturday night I had a date. I know, what are the chances? He must be a brave fella cause it was a third date so I'm starting to question his sanity.
Anyway, we went to a hockey game. Nothing I like better than beer and men kicking each other's asses in the name of sports.
Before we found our seats, I needed to find the ladies room. In I go, and as I get ready to hang my purse on the hook on the door, I see this:
We enjoy the beer, the game and the company of the people around us. There is even a little person on the ice so I send a picture to Joyce because they frighten her. All in all, a good time.
As we are leaving, once again, I need the ladies room. Into the stall I go, and this time:
Maybe it's really time to quit.