i had the weirdest dream last night. true story. i dreamt that i helped win the stanley cup last night.
crazy thing is, i dont dream. so to have a dream all by itself is a miracle
but to have one on canada day about winning the stanley cup
knowing full well, even in the dream, that the LA Kings had just won the cup
was an odd bird indeed.
as we won we all started thinking about what we would do with the cup. every player gets one day with it.
at first i thought id take it to isla vista, a magical land where celebrations are common
but itd be hard to find anyone there who would even know what it was.
and theyd probably either light it on fire next to a couch or make a bong out of it.
then i thought maybe id take it to Wrigley Field, holiest place on Earth,
but then i worried that they might throw it back.
and then i thought why dont i fly to vancouver party with the bc crew
and fill it with poutine and let everyone eat out of it.
then get a private jet so i could go to edmonton and saskatchewan and quebec
where we’d fill it with more poutine and jet to toronto
and eat out of it all over town.
end the night by filling it with beer and watching everyone
puke in the street.
happy canada day!