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John Orr couldn't do it...a weekend in Kingston couldn't do it....but just a random night out with Justin and Greg did it.
I was late to band practice today.
It all started innocently enough, when Greg called me Saturday afternoon (hadn't seen him since Wednesday or Thursday.....this is becomming a common occurance, actually...but I digress) to see if I'd be in for trying to scalp Leaf tickets, as Justin's office had a power failure, and so he was coming into town cuz their server got reset, and he couldn't go in to work on Sunday (this broke his string of working every single day since New Year's, incidentally...and yes, it's February 12th). So J gets into town, and we head downtown to meet Greg.
Once we get down to the ACC, it turns out that there are some tickets, but the exchange goes something like this:
Scalper #1: Okay, so $80 a piece...
Us: Make it $60, and you have a deal.....c'mon, they're standing room tickets, man!
Scalper #1: Lemmie check... (to the other scalper) How much for these?
Scalper #2: Nothing less than $100 each!
Us: You have to be kidding me.......
So, we went to the bar.
Keep in mind that it's 6:30, we have an unsafe amount of cash on us, as we had been planning to eat and drink at the ACC during the game, and we feel like we just made money by not dropping a chunk of change on tickets. If you have ever had the pleasure of going out with Greg, Justin and I before, then you might have a good idea where this is headed.....
About 5 pitchers and a rye later, we decamp from Philthy McNasty's (have they bought all the Peel Pubs? or is the one in Montreal still going?) to the Rivoli, which fit the idea of a "gender neutral bar" that we were supposed to meet the girls at far better.
And as day follows night, so do doubles follow singles...at which point things get a little fuzzy. I believe there was a point that Greg and I tried to hustle some guys at pool, but I'll have to confirm that with him next time we cross paths...I'm not sure how that might have worked out, seeing just how wrecked we were, but anyway...
This is the part of the story that I had to piece together with my CSI-esque detective skills in the morning. I apparently called Pizza Pizza just before three, at which time I imagine they were closed....so Justin and I stopped at the 24-hour Sobey's to grab a couple of frozen pizzas (those of you who remember when Greg and I pulled a similar stunt after Player's need not worry....there was no repeat...), which it seems we ate off the coffee table without plates....as there is currently about half a bottle of Frank's Red Hot crusted on the coffee table.
I should probably clean that up....oh well......
I was late to band practice today.
It all started innocently enough, when Greg called me Saturday afternoon (hadn't seen him since Wednesday or Thursday.....this is becomming a common occurance, actually...but I digress) to see if I'd be in for trying to scalp Leaf tickets, as Justin's office had a power failure, and so he was coming into town cuz their server got reset, and he couldn't go in to work on Sunday (this broke his string of working every single day since New Year's, incidentally...and yes, it's February 12th). So J gets into town, and we head downtown to meet Greg.
Once we get down to the ACC, it turns out that there are some tickets, but the exchange goes something like this:
Scalper #1: Okay, so $80 a piece...
Us: Make it $60, and you have a deal.....c'mon, they're standing room tickets, man!
Scalper #1: Lemmie check... (to the other scalper) How much for these?
Scalper #2: Nothing less than $100 each!
Us: You have to be kidding me.......
So, we went to the bar.
Keep in mind that it's 6:30, we have an unsafe amount of cash on us, as we had been planning to eat and drink at the ACC during the game, and we feel like we just made money by not dropping a chunk of change on tickets. If you have ever had the pleasure of going out with Greg, Justin and I before, then you might have a good idea where this is headed.....
About 5 pitchers and a rye later, we decamp from Philthy McNasty's (have they bought all the Peel Pubs? or is the one in Montreal still going?) to the Rivoli, which fit the idea of a "gender neutral bar" that we were supposed to meet the girls at far better.
And as day follows night, so do doubles follow singles...at which point things get a little fuzzy. I believe there was a point that Greg and I tried to hustle some guys at pool, but I'll have to confirm that with him next time we cross paths...I'm not sure how that might have worked out, seeing just how wrecked we were, but anyway...
This is the part of the story that I had to piece together with my CSI-esque detective skills in the morning. I apparently called Pizza Pizza just before three, at which time I imagine they were closed....so Justin and I stopped at the 24-hour Sobey's to grab a couple of frozen pizzas (those of you who remember when Greg and I pulled a similar stunt after Player's need not worry....there was no repeat...), which it seems we ate off the coffee table without plates....as there is currently about half a bottle of Frank's Red Hot crusted on the coffee table.
I should probably clean that up....oh well......
posted by Iain @ 6:21 PM
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