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Until it went completely off the rails and into "I'll take obvious signs from my subconscious for $500, Alex" territory last night, I had a pretty interesting[1] sleeping experience last night.
As a minor league hockey player, looking rather a lot like a younger Chris Pronger, I/he was playing for a western Canadian team, which was on the road a lot, and making it difficult to start a relationship with a young woman (either K or a K-surrogate) who lived with her brother and dad in central Alberta or Saskatchewan. Unable to focus, his play suffered and he took a leave of absence from the team, trekking (hitchhiking, walking, taking a bus) across the prairie.
Upon reaching their house, a note was left atop a 30-pack of mixed beers, explaining their relationship and wanting to get approval from the menfolk (who were at work).
The next day, he encounters the men of the house. "So, is it okay that I'm with her?"
"Well, we're both really hungover, so that's a yes."
At that point, my subconscious decided to drive the bus into annoying and stressful territory, but at least had some comic relief in the form of me doing a Happy Gilmore impression by golfing with a tire iron (the kind that's shaped like a very short & blunt hockey stick, not the kind shaped like a plus sign).
[1] - interesting for values of "to me," "to hockey fans" or "to plot ideas" anyway....
As a minor league hockey player, looking rather a lot like a younger Chris Pronger, I/he was playing for a western Canadian team, which was on the road a lot, and making it difficult to start a relationship with a young woman (either K or a K-surrogate) who lived with her brother and dad in central Alberta or Saskatchewan. Unable to focus, his play suffered and he took a leave of absence from the team, trekking (hitchhiking, walking, taking a bus) across the prairie.
Upon reaching their house, a note was left atop a 30-pack of mixed beers, explaining their relationship and wanting to get approval from the menfolk (who were at work).
The next day, he encounters the men of the house. "So, is it okay that I'm with her?"
"Well, we're both really hungover, so that's a yes."
At that point, my subconscious decided to drive the bus into annoying and stressful territory, but at least had some comic relief in the form of me doing a Happy Gilmore impression by golfing with a tire iron (the kind that's shaped like a very short & blunt hockey stick, not the kind shaped like a plus sign).
[1] - interesting for values of "to me," "to hockey fans" or "to plot ideas" anyway....
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