You know that whole "Maybe this year, if it looks like Canada's going to take the gold in hockey, I'll pop over to a sports bar and watch it with a whole crap load of people. Lord knows I felt stupid jumping up and down and screaming alone in my apartment in 2002" bit from last week?
I'm home. Alone. Plotted out my day so that I'd be in front of the tv at 3:00 p.m. EST, housework done, grocery shopping put away. Never ONCE did the thought "Hey, I should check out that bar thing I was talking about before" come to mind.
Sigh. Hope my downstairs neighbours don't mind a lunatic in the building.