No worries for Matt Mattoon. Even with this excitement, he manages to drift into other worlds of thought. If you ask me he looks like he must be pondering the meaning of life, the gospel according to hockey, or maybe he's just hungry. You must forgive me for pulling a "Michael Moore" though, I didn't mean to put words into ol' Matt's kisser.
So, it was a kick butt evening of ice and blood... we left the rink and walked in a nice typical Vancouver rain looking for a bus home. We eventually made it to a bus stop on Hastings that literally was about 200 ft long. As we pondered what we were going to do: pass the time walking around or just wait it out... BOOM... (or more like zip I guess) a white limo pulls around the corner and wants to know if we can give him some money for a lift. We and a couple standing nearby split the limo cost and we leave the line long behind. It was only the second time in my life that I've been in a limo, but it was definite fun times. Look Matt's awake, good boy! Watch out Matt, Tim's getting a little too close there :-P, don't say I didn't warn ya... So... there's the evening... we had a blast... and we didn't get hit with any hockey pucks. The End.
Sorry that not everybody's in the photo... Leanne, Paul, Kaylie, and her friend Rebecca were also part of the evening, but they missed out on the limo run. :(
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