Trapped in Arena!

When I was driving home I was thinking how should I name this diary note. Should I call it "Trapped in Arena"?, "Hockey Game", or "Thursday the 13th"?... I got to tell you that I am still freaked out and embarrassed. Why? Listen to this:

My whole life I was telling myself... don't you ever date a hockey player. Was I listening to myself? NO! I always get myself in a trouble. I never mean it and I never want to..... anyways....

So my fiancee asks me to come to his game. I thought I will do something nice for them so I offered myself to shoot the game so I can give them CD with their photos so they have something to remember.

On the way to the hockey game I quickly called a good friend of mine Alex Urosevic from Toronto Sun to give me few hints on shooting a hocky game. This is different then shooting models. It is a challenge for sure. Unfotunately, he didn't pick up. Later on, I realized he was shooting himself at NHL game tonight. So I had to figure it out on my own very quickly.

Boys were playing good, it was fun. It was much harder then I thought it would be, but I got some decent shots there. Some of them are actually very nice. I didn't want to stay till the end as I was working the whole day and I was really tired. So I started making my way out... and then... the whole fun began.

I am great in directions outside or in the nature. I suck in directions when I am standing inside of buildings. Especially in Canada. They look all the same to me. I am walking and walking thinking that I have to get on the other side where the exit is so I can get to my car. I got to one side of the RICOH COLISSEUM but I found out I cannot go around as there were doors. Automatically I assumed that there will be some corridor to get through. Unforunately, as soon as I closed doors behind me I realized that it got locked and all the other doors are locked as well. So here I am thinking what should I do. I tried all doors again, I even went to mens' washroom to see if there is some magic way out... nothing.... trapped. There was still 45 min to go till the end of the game and I started getting little bit uncomfortible. Like a trapped animal. So I started thinking who to call... fortunately my friend Martin picked up the phone. He called CNE security which gave him number to RICOH security. I dialed RICOH security myself explaining where I am trapped... I was lucky they didn't see my red... deep red face. I was so dammn embarrassed. Security was over in a sec and got me out. THANK YOU!

This wasn't the end of the story. I am very organized person. For some reason though, I couldn't find my keys from car, then when I found them... my car wouldn't start. When I finally managed to get on the road, I was only hoping for getting home safe.

I am home now... and I am defenitely chilling out. Having a great glass of Czech beer "Staropramen", nothing taste better at this point..... please don't ask me to shoot another hockey game......will you?