Last night, we picked up Chuck at the airport and made the trip to Montreal for today’s Lightning vs. Canadiens game (Note: We didn’t. Do you think they’d actually let us into Canada?) . We drove all night (it’s not that far), had poutine for breakfast (win) and lined up hours early for the Bolts practice (worth it). Afterwards, we waited outside for Steven (we would.) The Lightning Tweeted this picture of (not) us (do we look old enough to drive?) in our moment of glory.
When the moment came, how do you think we did?
Remember, we’re talking about this:
And possibly the most factual Tumblr post of all time:
That picture…uhm…that picture…uh…wait, where am I?
That Tumblr post makes my life.
Also, I’m going to find a way to sneak into Steven’s hotel room (wait, don’t let your perverted minds run away on you) to CUT HIS HAIR. It has to end.
Finally, I’ll sneak you into Canada. I’ll doctor some passports to make it happen for WUYS.
Chuck: “Hair, so long….”
Gator, you hussy, at least zip over your Caps, er… Habs shirt.
Pants: Remember when I saw Steven and ran away? I’m about to do it again.
Well if you look anything like I did when I met Sid (the day after they won the Cup, I might add!), you’d be a red-faced, gaspy, hyper-ventilating, shaky, blubbering hot mess. Yeah, it wasn’t pretty. (Still, he greeted me and happily gave me his autograph. True love doesn’t care about composure!) So if you meet Stammer one fine day, I wish you the words you need to profess your love of his adorableness and his lucious blonde locks to him, regardless of how loud you are girly-squealing on the inside. 🙂
I’m going to go with you had exactly the same reaction I had when I met the Professor: EPIC FAIL.
Am I right?!
PS Hey Chuck! Hope you enjoyed my homeland! Guess what? We’re now having a mini heatwave. High 70s. Lol.
Yet another fantastic post! LOVE this blog!
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