Hockey, Wine, and Ice Cream

I had two grueling depositions today. In between I made some of that microwave soup as a quick meal and managed to pour boiling water all over my left hand. I said a very bad word and did the second deposition with a bag of ice on my hand. All in all, not a good day.

So when I got home and Mrs. Likko had prepared pasta and a glass of a nice ’06 grenache and then told me I should go watch the third period of Game 1 of the playoffs before it was done, that was a very nice thing. And when she brought me a cup of ice cream with peanut butter and a 2-1 Boston lead turned in to a 3-4 double triple overtime Chicago comeback, it almost made me forget the pain of the burn.

Hockey, wine, and ice cream, all served up by a loving wife, are better than aloe vera and lidocane.

Burt Likko

Pseudonymous Portlander. Homebrewer. Atheist. Recovering litigator. Recovering Republican. Recovering Catholic. Recovering divorcé. Recovering Former Editor-in-Chief of Ordinary Times. House Likko's Words: Scite Verum. Colite Iusticia. Vivere Con Gaudium.


  1. Also: wearing my wedding band on my right hand feels really odd. Mrs. Likko is doing the same thing in sympathy.

  2. I don’t have wine or ice cream tonight, nor have I burned anything recently, but I am also watching the game. 2 minutes left until we’re into a third overtime, and Mrs. Aitch has fallen asleep ( it’s three hours later here, of course).

  3. Try silverdine. It’s a burn cream. ‘Script only, but not south of the border. Best damn thing for burns.

    • I was totally going to ask the same thing! That does sound really yummy. I can only imagine how many calories that would be. Don’t tell me, I’ll never eat it. I’m really surprised I didn’t gain any weight in Chicago, actually.

      • You burned off the extra calories running to the boat!

        • I actually laughed out loud when I read that. I’m ok with never living that one down. It was a fun memory anyway.

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