Today Chris and I went to see BU v. UMass hockey at Agganis Arena. I was already cold before we left the house, because I had been out earlier in the day.
Going out again I was almost an abominable snow-woman. I had on the normal unmentionables, jeans, regular socks and hand knit wool socks. I had on a long sleeve T shirt, a hockey jersey, a hooded sweat shirt and my jacket. I brought a scarf I knit in February and mittens I knit a few months ago.
The game was awesome. It went into overtime and was close after a disasterous opening period. Some of the BU students were dressed up for Halloween as well as some of the smaller children. There were some "nuns," a couple of penguins, a mascot-like thing, a few people with Rhett masks, a group of beauty queens, some sushi, and the 1%.
I broke out the mittens on the way home. Beautiful, warm mittens. They turned a long laborious trip home into an adventure, staving off the grumpy me with the happiness of not being cold. Of course, my socks didn't keep my feet 100% warm, but the mittens were golden.
Why this was golden? This weekend, despite not seeing any signage in the T stops I used during the week (Quincy Center, Ashmont, Kendall, South Station or Central), the MBTA was shuttling between Broadway and Kendall. This turned my hourlong trip to knitting into almost 2 hours. Our trip to hockey involved 2 busses and 2 different subway lines. Our trip home involved seeing a plethora of women dressed in their Slutty XXX costume of choice bemoaning the snow coming steadily down.
With more than enough weather gear, I enjoyed hockey and am no more than damp. I'm now enjoying a hot chocolate-like beverage, and thinking about relaxing for the remainder of the weekend.
