For Noodles's pre-birthday, Henrik bought tickets to the preseason game between the Columbus Blue Jackets and the Nashville Predators.
Sadly, no pictures were taken of this momentous occasion but we shall substitute them with picture found on Google and our hard drives.
It should tell the same story.
Our day started with a trip to the flea market.
That was where Henrik spotted an old St. Louis Blues jersey. She flipped over two stands and a minivan to tear it out of the hands of the former owner.
The lady said it was only $2. She said, "Sold!"
When we were done destroying the flea market, we decided that it was time to hit up a Starbucks. It was raining so the logical choice was to use the drive-thru.
At the window, the boy handed us our drinks then commented on Henrik's Petr Sykora jersey that she had to wear. Then he proceeded to regale us with his excitement for the opening game on Friday. He was cute so we let him talk.
Back at the lair, we decided that it was a great idea to pack extra jerseys and change in the intermissions. We thought that it would be funny.
Noodles was in a Predators jersey, Henrik in the Blues, LeTude had on a Bruins and our other friends had on an Oshawa jersey, a Sharks and a Team Canada.
Around noon, everyone was gathered and ready to go. So 6 girls packed into a 2009 four-door Chevrolet Aveo.
Yeah, it actually happened.
Henrik wanted to sit up front but we were scared that she would attract attention to the cops by being perched on the console.
The best part is West Virginia because you can go at least 75mph legally and you pass by Wheeling which is kind of weird looking from the bridge.
It's only a two and a half hour drive to Columbus but we filled it with "Would You Hit It?" and confessions and stories and music that our grandma wouldn't approve of.
We parked in one of the first spots in the parking lot and waltzed over to Boston Pizza.
Of course we got pizza and weird looks for our jerseys and 92 cent Bud Light drafts. How can you pass that up? You can't.
Inside Nationwide Arena, Henrik bought the Antoine Vermette t-shirt that she's been harassing the Blue Jackets store for since he was traded.
This is kind of what it looks like....except with the number fifty on it, not sixty-one.
We aren't even lying about the harassment.
Our seats were in the upper level behind the net where the Preds shoot at twice. And yes we watched the game.
Dan Ellis stopped about seven hundred sure goals.
Nikita Filatov scored one of the prettiest goals we've seen in preseason.
Steve Mason was fat.
Spencer the kid hockey player they interviewed between periods was fantastic.
RJ Plumberger is in fact still a Blue Jacket.
And Noodles thought that it would be hilarious if she did the macarena for every song played in the arena.
We couldn't stop her.
On the way back home, we made a slight pit stop at Tim Hortons.
It isn't a road trip to Columbus without a stop at Timmy Hos.
We arrived back at the lair around 11pm and most of us passed out as soon as we walked through the door.
It was a successful road trip.