The napping and cleaning was uneventful, albeit desperately needed. The hockey has become a family tradition.
DH is one of 10 children. The hockey game started when his sister in southern Utah was given the opportunity to buy cut-rate tickets to the Utah Grizzly hockey game. She and a few of the brothers decided it might be a fun outing, bought some tickets and camped in our basement for the weekend.
Somewhere along the line a brother from Idaho and his children, as well as the southern Utah married children started buying tickets. Now there are 40 tickets sold to DH’s sister and family.
Since the family rarely gets together, (and they are not all in attendance at the hockey game) it is as close as they get to a family reunion of any kind. Eight of the 10 children were there and one of the “missing” was represented by his son, daughter in law and two grandsons.
After the game we went out to eat at the local Chili’s, but not all of us made it to the restaurant. One of the Idaho cousins tripped over a downed street sign while walking back to the restaurant and ended up cutting her leg. Her father took her to get nine stitches put into the gash.
Still, the poor waitress had more than 20 people at the tables with 4-6 separate checks. She handled it very well.
We didn’t get home until after midnight, and I slept in until almost 10 a.m. today. Such luxury!
Truth to tell, going to a hockey game is not my favorite thing to do. I don’t understand the rules, I’m not particularly comfortable in the stadium seats, and I hate crowds.
But it was fun to get the family together, re-acquaint ourselves with the crowd and meet the newest cousins. The setting doesn’t allow for a lot of interchange between families, we sit and watch a game, then we sit and eat.
Today DH and the boys will be meeting some members of the family for other activities. I’m not sure what they will be doing, but I’m not going. I have plenty to do at home, and I suspect he’ll have a better time without me.