But the project is not about going solo to just any old thing — it’s about going solo to things I wouldn’t normally feel comfortable going solo to. Like, male strip shows. And fancy-pants pizza places where they serve salad in their cocktails.
Seeing as it’s been a while since I wrote a Go Solo post, I decided I should fire up the project again just in time for Valentine’s Day. Because what says “Happy Valentine’s Day” more than making yourself feel really awkward and uncomfortable in front of a crowd full of strangers?
I contemplated the idea of taking myself on a date to one of the swankier restaurants in town. But, the whole point of this project is to push myself out of my comfort zone.
Not to push myself off a bridge.
And I’m pretty sure that is what I’d do after having to sit in some fancy-pants restaurant surrounded by couples in love — especially couples in love with pitying looks on their faces because they can’t help staring at the weirdo girl eating a five-course meal for two by herself.So I decided to do the next most obvious thing:
Go to a Valentine’s Day hockey game.
Because that totally exists.
And, lest you think this was some ordinary hockey game that just so happened to be on Valentine’s Day, I assure you it was not.
I mean, I haven’t been to a whole bunch of ordinary hockey games in my day, but I’m pretty sure the ice is usually not bright pink with little red hearts all over it:
Also, I’m pretty sure the players don’t usually wear pink and black jerseys and carry pink sticks:
And I’m almost certain the entire stadium isn’t usually decorated in red balloons and shiny hearts.
But don’t you kind of wish it always was this way? I mean, come on.
PINK ICE WITH HEARTS!
Adorbs.Being on my own, I managed to score a pretty sweet single seat in the front row right behind the goalie net. Because, hey, if you’re going to be by yourself for Valentine’s Day, you might as well be within arm’s reach of a plexiglass divider that burly, bearded men regularly throw themselves on.
My first order of business after scoping out my seat was scoping out the concession stand, of course. They offered a number of tantalizing options, including something called a maple bacon pretzel, which sounds like pretty much everything I love in life.
But I opted for the old standard: a brat and a beer. Because, as my mom always said, if you’re going to hang out with burly, bearded men, you should eat like one.
My mom never said that.
Only I said that.
Still, it sounds about right. Right?I was having a rather enjoyable time with my beer and my brat and the regular hurling of burly men on the plexiglass in front of me, and I wasn’t feeling the least bit awkward about being there by myself, and I was thinking, “Sally, you rock this going solo thing. You should probably just stop this project already because you have this whole thing in the bag, woman.”
And then the guy next to me leaned over and asked, “So, why are you all by yourself on Valentine’s Day?”
He wasn’t asking it in a flirty, hey-lady kind of way because his wife and his entire family was sitting next to him.
He was asking in a what-the-heck-lady kind of way.
I didn’t know what to say.
I mean, what DO you say to that?
I ended up just spluttering out something about having recently moved to the area.
Later, of course, I would think up a whole bunch of really awesome responses to his question.
“Well, those jerks at the door wouldn’t allow me to bring my cats into the stadium. Can you believe that? Now Binkykins and Dr. Thundertoes and Lucyloo have to celebrate the holiday without me in the car!”
“My boyfriend was supposed to join me, but, you know, parole boards. They can be a real bitch.”
Or, I could have simply told him the truth:
“My blog made me do it.”
Okay. Nevermind. That sounds crazy. Even to me.How did you spend your Valentine’s Day?