I like chocolate milk.... and hockey

Today I went with my dad to this hockey store in the outskirts of Geneva. There was tons of traffic. We listened to the radio. I heard that one song where the lady says she's not going to write you a lovesong because you asked for it or whatever. Her breathing got harder. I heard that song twice now on the French radio. Maybe the French like it. I also heard Jason Mraz's I'm Yours, which is a very good song. I had to resist the urge to lip-synch. It was awesome, though. They didn't have like any Mission sticks though. I'm going to be playing with the CERN hockey club, which is like all adults. But it's no-contact and pretty casual. It'll be awesome. The first practice is like on Wednesday. I looked around at the sticks, flexing and observing them. I had found a $50 TPS one on Amazon that I wanted to get, but it'd probably get here in a while. I found a practice ball and I grabbed a stick and started stick handling. I found this purple TPS Response junior one that I really liked. Had a flex of 40, so it was really easy to bend. I really liked the stick. My height, and I liked the blade. My dad was also going to be on the team, but he didn't have any equipment. He might play goalie though, because they have all of that equipment, and he's not the best skater. We couldn't take my stick over because it would cost a lot (we think). But my dad thinks we can ship it over with the skis or something. I really liked the TPS one. It was 99 Francs, about 90 dollars. But it was really awesome. We could have gotten it, but we decided to wait to see our options I guess. We also got our skates sharpened and I got a Montreal Canadiens poster. I hadn't skated in like... 5 months or something. I hope I don't like fall down. Ha. But I can't wait till the season. It will probably be hard with adults, but at least they don't all hate my guts like some of my last teammates did. Well, I hope they don't hate my guts. I'll start off way better this time.