I rolled out of bed pretty late on that Monday. I was feeling kind of lazy and lost the will to do anything crazy in my usual form. I had been toying with the idea of either continuing on to Minnesota, or heading south to Dallas. I think I crave the adventure maybe more than I crave the actual hockey. Unfortunately, I was ill equipped to embark upon another “mystical six game road trip” like I had spontaneously mounted last season at the beginning of March. So, I decided that a trip to Victoria’s Secret was all the excitement I was going to have that day.
I ended up checking out of the hotel way later than I had expected. I was watching HBO or something while I was packing, and He’s Just Not that Into You came on. I was very against the whole idea of that movie when I first heard about it. I really hate all that self-help dating stuff, especially considering it’s usually based on the experience of the individual, and centres around women having to modify their behaviour to be even remotely worthy of any man. I won’t go off on one of THOSE tangents, though. And, like I said, I don’t read those books and haven’t read this particular book either. All I know is that my friends that do subscribe to this brand of garbage, basically turn into walking doormats the moment a penis enters the vicinity. Whatever works, right? I’m personally not a doormat, nor do I find doormats attractive. So, I would definitely rather be without someone who wants that type of person *ahem* stereotypical hockey wife.
Anyway, when the movie was about to come on, I reached for the remote to flick it off, but had a curious change of heart. I thought that I’d see how this movie handled all the grade A advice staining the pages of the book. I was only going to watch it for twenty minutes or so while I finished getting my stuff together, but I have to admit that it was surprisingly good. Long after I had packed and put my coat on to leave, I could not pull myself away from it. I had to see how it ended. I was literally perched on the end of the bed in my winter coat, boots, and with car keys in hand for a solid hour at least! What I found interesting about the movie was that all the main characters ended up being “exceptions.” I kind of like that big F you the writers appear to have sent to the author of the book by doing that. After all, what good can the theories and “rules” be if they can’t even hold up?
At 1PM, I finally left my hotel and was bound for the big Victoria’s Secret on Michigan Ave. Surprise! They just happened to be having their Semi Annual Sale. I knew this was going to be more than a quick run in to pick up a new bra. I spent two whole hours in that place, and came away with some gems like the top photo suggests. Mine’s black, though, and it looks better on her, I’m pretty sure. It was great for me to actually have something to declare when the border guard asked me how much I spent on goods. They usually find it suspicious that I never go shopping when I’m away on my trips. Sorry, I just really HATE that activity. This time around, my border guard was a femme, and we had a nice little chat about the sale.
At three, I was back on the road and headed directly into the same hideous weather I hit on my initial journey to the Windy City. Luckily, I stumbled upon Easy Street somewhere in the-middle-of-nowhere, Michigan. Literally. I stopped for gas in some no name spot, which happened to be off a meaningless road with Easy St. labeled on the street sign. So, that’s where it is! Unfortunately, the streets weren’t easy for very long. I still had the 402 to conquer, and, of course, it did not falter in providing me with another one of its usual winter whiteout challenges.
What I love about driving, even in terrible snowstorms, is that the road gives me a place to think. Naturally, finding an NHL team to call my own was a major topic of internal debate during this trip. In my head there were really only three candidates, the Ducks, the Leafs, and the Coyotes. The Ducks have a lot of things that I like, but this trip made me feel like the team and I don’t have enough history to keep a long distance bond like ours alive for long. The Leafs and I go way back. They are the team I grew up with, and we’ve been through a lot. I was there when the team was hot, just like I was there when they were not. And the support was mutual. The Leafs were there for me when I had no one. I sometimes wonder what I would have done without my Saturday night Leafs game at certain points in my life. However, the home games are ridiculously overpriced and tickets are hard to come by. Granted, I’d spend more money paying for a flight, accommodations, and a hockey ticket in the Pacific Division, but the Leafs don’t satisfy the adventurer in me seeing as it only takes me ten minutes to get to the rink. Then there’s Phoenix. I don’t have much to say in their favour at this point, but something someone told me a month and a half ago has played over and over again in my mind.
A woman felt that she needed to weigh in on that whole Arizona Prophecy thing. She told me she lost me at the point that I decided to ditch the Coyotes. Basically, she felt that everything seemed to say that Arizona was where I needed to be, so, no matter what, I shouldn’t have pulled myself away. Maybe that’s true, and maybe it’s not. It’s hard to know what events to pay attention to and what to filter out. She makes some sense, but I don’t know if I can really go back at this point. Going to see a team play, just so you can cheer against them, is not all that enjoyable. Trust me.
By the time I pulled into the drive way at my parents’ house, I made no decision about my new NHL allegiance. Instead, I began to get some crazy ideas in my head that I might branch out altogether. I was thinking that maybe it was time to take a little vacation from the NHL, and switch leagues for a month or so – for my sanity. Luckily, the Olympic break is right around the corner, so the timing couldn’t be more perfect. Stay tuned for details.
Roll the credits…
Tags: chicago, chicago blackhawks, hockey addicts, hockey fans, NHL, Phoenix Coyotes, road trips, Toronto Maple Leafs, victoria's secret
By “team” you mean a new guy to stalk. Always on the look out for those, eh? Hoping some NHL player will read this and know what your underwear looks like? You look ridiculous following NHL teams around, staying in the same hotels, emerging only to wander the streets hoping to run into a hockey player on his off day, posting pictures of what you buy at Victoria’s Secret (gross), talking all this crap about blonde bimbos when you yourself bleached your hair, and posted that you look “like a pornstar”. When you put it into a laundry list like that, it’s pretty pathetic. Those guys laugh at girls who do that, trust me. You’re not a hockey fan at all, just a stalker. You are everything you hate, just not successful at it. No one is jealous of you. Give it up, people are laughing at you.
For someone who hates me so much, you sure do waste a lot of time reading my blog and stalking my Twitter…
Wow….well, you know what they say, Psycho Lady, if nobody hates you you’re not doing it right.
Totally agree Piano Man! Seriously who is stalking who Self Hater? Thanks for the great blog post … I loved it
they say “you ain’t doing nothing if you don’t got haters!” sounds about perfect. i love jealous people, they are the ones players laugh at. lets be honest. im sure this girl just wishes she could spend her life traveling and going to hockey games in multiple arenas. im sure she also wishes shes had interactions with players but my guess is she has never even hung out with one outside an autograph signing. grow up honey
Well, that was “amusing”. Just keep doing what it is you’re doing Psycho! If you enjoy it, where is the harm in following your passion!
How interesting you call yourself “Self Hater.” That means you hate yourself…which would explain why you’re hating on someone else (it’s the green eyed monster…hating on someone that has something you actually want in life…whatever it may be).
Bit of advice, I think everyone finds it a bit weird that you’re stalking Psycho Lady’s Twitter and her blog. Most grown-ups that don’t like something IGNORE IT, DON’T READ IT, and DON’T ENTERTAIN IT. But you…keep coming back…just weird (and a bit psychotic) if you ask me.
Overall your comment makes me ask why you’re hating so much on what it means to be a woman. Most women in the world buy bras/underwear/nightgowns. Victoria’s Secret is one of the major retailers for that. Women buy VS’s goods because it makes them feel beautiful and sexy in their own skin. Last I checked, there was nothing wrong with a woman feeling beautiful and sexy in their own skin. After all, that is what is preached today to women…be beautiful. Part of being a woman is feeling comfortable and sexy in your own skin…Victoria’s Secret just gives us that outlet in undergarments.
So for you to find it gross…I sometimes have to ask if your anti-feminism ways have to do with you being sexually assaulted in your youth and promoting the need to take away what it means to be a woman in feminism. If that’s the case, you really should see a therapist to work through your issues.
You should not take away what it means to be beautiful and sexy in your own skin and call it gross. You seriously have to learn to love yourself in order to truly appreciate what it means to be beautiful on the inside/out.
Btw, Kat didn’t bleach her hair…it’s a wig! But of course, you wouldn’t know about that pic unless you were clicking around in her Twitter and Twitpics. The question we’re all asking is: WHY? If you hate her so much…why are you looking? Why do you even care or waste your energy on her?
Look, I hate TMZ. I won’t read it/click on it/watch it on TV. You should learn to do the same with Kat since you hate her so much.
I started reading this because I really had higher hopes for her blog, but it’s just so sophomoric, perhaps I thought the Psycho Lady would prove me wrong, she seems like an articulate young woman, but tries so hard to achieve bimbo status while acting like she is “different”. I have traveled to see hockey games before, but with friends and family, never alone and never to stalk a guy, and I would never stay in the same hotel as the team (on purpose), or sit behind the player bench (awful view of the game, great view of the players, and everyone knows only stalkers sit right behind the bench). That is just humiliating, guys don’t laugh at jealous girls buddy, they laugh at girls that schedule their whole life around them and follow them around like sad puppies, hoping to make eye contact, hoping to please them, hoping that one day they will rescue them from ambition and give them the relationship and nose job of their dreams. They laugh because you drive home alone in your Celica with the cloth seats blasting Pink (“I’m own worst enemy, I’m a hazard to myself, don’t let me get me!”), while you think long and hard about getting your own life, giving up the dream, only to plan your next move the very next day. Finding the man of your dreams is not only a time killer, it’s also a cash cow. You’re not that type, Lady. Please give it up. People are embarrassed for you, it’s painful. Is that what you want to be? An old, overweight, puck rabbit, still sitting behind the player bench, referring to every player by their first name, waiting outside the player entrance hopeful for some interaction (though he’s too nice to tell you that you smell like cheap beer and wasted youth). I’ve seen it, it’s ugly. You actually know very little about this scene, judging from your writings. No respectable female over the age of 21 (a writer too) would post pictures of her lingerie (and jealousy is a pointless go-to argument here because you have no idea who you’re talking to), and bleach her hair and say that she looks like a porn star for attention (who wants to look like that really?). It’s so embarrassing, and everything that you say you’re against. At least stay true to your original readers and stop from becoming more of what you say you hate. One day you’ll wake up and not recognize yourself.
Point proven. Not only do you stalk me, you patrol my site obsessively. Am I your homepage? Honey, we all know who you are. You do know that I can see your IP address when you leave a comment, don’t you? If anyone needs a life, it’s you. You’ve been at this for four months now, move on. You need new material. You don’t have the slightest idea about what you are talking about. You seem to insert a lot of your own fantasies into what you stalk… I mean… read on my blog. Sorry to burst your bubble, but you’re the one we’re laughing at.
ONLY STALKERS SIT BEHIND THE BENCH?! lmao. i guess fans looking for some new type of entertainment cant sit there. i held a party in which all of my guests had bench seats.. are we all stalkers? was my father a stalker? do we stalk the team? you honestly need to go get educated darling. also, katrina is far from old or over weight. i would love to see you! she didnt die her hair either, if you could read you would see another poster stated that. she also does not wait outside the locker room, dont you know you cant do that in the nhl? probably not because you are some creepy junior/minor league fan that doesnt know how it works in the big leagues. sounds like you have some past experience too on being old and washed up? i dont know, just sounds like you have first hand experience! im sorry your a joke, but do not take it out on a POPULAR blog writer who is in the limelight. no one is going to see your comments and think your a better person, writer, or fan.
hmmm Self Hater, your user name pretty much sums up what you’re about. Kat I’m a guy but I love your blog, just ignore the hater