Pre-Op Celebration

On Monday, I'm having knee surgery. The doctors think I have a giant cell tumor on my right knee. Usually, they are benign, but just to be safe, I am having it removed. In full disclosure, I'm a bit afraid. I've never been knocked out before and, although I'm trying not to think about it, I'm nervous about the biopsy results.

However, between now and then, I have a lot of things to help distract me.

Sunday, Jenn and I are driving to Pittsburgh for Evgeni Malkin's benefit for Flight Team Lokomotiv. Did I mention she's the best friend ever? Not only will Geno be there, but some of his teammates are attending to show their support for the victims' families. Our tickets include heavy hors d'oeuvres, cocktails, and a complimentary signed photo of Geno himself.


The whole event sounds unbelievably classy. This, of course, means I shouldn't be attending. It will take every ounce of my will power to not jump on Geno like a trampoline. I haven't even allowed myself to fathom what will happen if Sid is there. Mix in a little Staalsy and I'm getting arrested. No question.

Seriously, what should I do? How do I say something other than, "I want you?" This is a "mix and mingle" event. I can't "mix and mingle" with these guys without the use of saliva. What am I supposed to do?


Either way, I'll probably blog about the glorious experience on Monday, completely sedated by a mixture of heavy-duty pain killers and Geno-induced ecstasy.

Wish me luck on both fronts!