Saturday, November 26, 2005

There was something in the air that night, the stars were bright, Fernando...

A friend of mine has a theory. She thought that if my beloved Edmonton Oilers won against the Calgary Flames in Friday's game, then the Edmonton Eskimos would lose to the Montréal Alouettes in the Grey Cup tomorrow. As it turned out, the Oilers gave the Flames just a light tap on the arse, but they won nonetheless (With Pisani's shoot out goal). In other oiler news, it turns out that Shawn Horcoff is married (much to my dismay). Oh well, there's always Igor Ulanov (apparently I like my men Russian and 36). I read in Dose magazine (motto: We use newsprint that rubs off on your hands, and our corssowrd is ridiculous. Also, we're not a very good magazine) that NHL referee Don Van Massenhoven (didn't spell that right, I'm sure) got a puck in the face and had to undergo seven hours of reconstructive surgery. Three words come to mind...
It was a musical weekend for me. On Friday night I went to the Powerplant and saw Five O'Clock Charlie, and I was finally able to buy their CD. It's damn good. Jo and I went, and I ran into my brother (I'd provide a link but a. you already know it and b. he hasn't posted in over a month anyway) and I learned that he had appeared in drag the night before. I missed it because Dominic and I were consuming wine at the art show. Tonight I went to see The Cottars play in Sherwood Park. They were amazing, as I assumed they would be. It makes me jealous, seeing as the oldest member is four years younger than I am. It was a grand evening of Cape Breton celtic fun. I just got back, actually.

That is all for now. I will leave you with the lyrics of one delightful tune...

"Alouette, gentille alouette. Alouette, je tu plumerai..."


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