Wednesday, April 8, 2009
How to date a hockey player:
Last night T, B, and I went to the Rangers game at Madison Square Garden. Last time I went to a hockey game was with my boyfriend in college. It made me miss him a little. Sigh.
Anyway, we were hanging in the Green Room after the game, having a great time drinking free booze, me stuffing my face with cheese and pasta, and watching all the hot hockey players and their model girlfriends. I thought one Ranger in particular was really hot (can't remember his name for the life of me) and T and I agreed that his girlfriend wasn't all that. (I swear we weren't just hating! Well, maybe a little). We looked at the girls and thought, "What do they have that we don't?" Besides, size zero waists, blond hair, Russian accents, and an assumed below average IQ.
B pointed out all of their five inch heels. All with red soles of course. "How do they walk in those things," asked T. My wheels started turning. That's totally how they get the guys! It's the heels!
"What's with all the flat iron abuse," I asked loudly. I mean, how is stick straight hair that doesn't move cute? The wheels turn again. That's totally the look these players love. The flat ironed hair and five inch heels!
"I'm totally gonna flat iron my hair," I vowed to T. She wrinkled her nose and pleaded, "Noooooo! You're gonna end up with those little thingies sticking up," as she held her hand at the crown of her head and wiggled her fingers in the air. She means the broken pieces of hair that stick straight up as a result of flat ironing because it's just not normal for your hair to lie that flat.
"I'm gonna do it," I declared. What else have I got to do this week? For one week I'm gonna flat iron (Read: fry) my hair and wear heels every single day.
Taking bets on what will happen first. 1) I bag a hockey player. 2) I sprain my ankle.