This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations
Friday, October 08, 2004
If you haven't learned this yet, God likes to shit on me.
I've been told "I am like the good guy in movies. The guy that everyone
is pulling for in the end."
Today I got my Ali g DVD. And am really happy. My friend Sean calls me
and says he succeeded on renewing his license and was on his way. We are
heading into Guelph to see Billy talent. Today is going to be great
day. I can feel it. We get to Guelph un load some of our stuff. Sean
goes to return is girlfriend's car. I realize I left my CD in it, I
hoped he would remember to grab it. Cause she was leaving Guelph for
the weekend. About an hour later Sean returns with my CD. I then ask
him where the tickets are?
"fuck" he yells "I left them in her car"
so we start freaking out. Knowing she was in her car, on the highway,
with no cell phone, knowing she won't arrive at a specific location for
at least an hour. We wait an hour then call her. We explain to her
the whole ticket problem and she agrees to drive half way to meet Sean.
The doors had already opened as Sean and Batman leave to retrieve the
tickets.
I was left at the apartment to watch Ali g. I was going to try to catch
some zzzZZZZZzzzzz so I would be nice and refreshed for the show.
About an hour later they are back home with the tickets.
"Things could not get any worse then that!" We all high five and head
for the door.
They lived about a 15 min walk from 'the denim'
Concert hall. We walk along all excited and relieved that had our
tickets.
We had hit rock bottom and bounced back. Nothing was going to stop us
from going to this concert... Or so we thought.
We arrive at denim a small club/old style theater. The walls are lined
with children and adults anxiously waiting for Talent to come on stage. I walk in, hand my id, get my bracelet. I hand the young girl my ticket, and she says "sorry, these tickets are for Mondays show, Last Mondays show"
how is this possible, when we had bought the tickets that afternoon?
The House of Blues guy at the front is being as helpful as possible but still wont let us in. He said they are calling ticket master and will try to work something out for us We are all standing around like tools.
I can hear them tuning their guitars, and doing their sound check. This
is complete torture.
We sit there for at least an hour, before the main Man-ager comes down and says he has nothing but bad news for us.
He claims that he was "on the phone with ticket master" and "they had no record of us buying the tickets"
I knew this was a crock of shit, they were giving us the run around.
After hearing this I gave my camera to the medic and asked her to take
some pictures for me of the band and crowd.
So after all the hassles and excitement that progressed during the day,
we did not even get to see Billy talent. Very bitterly we walk out of
the establishment. I run around to the back door to check the facility
for weaknesses... There were none. We then tried to sneak in the front.
Another unsuccessful mission.
We walk around downtown. Wander into Vango's Ear, to watch some
breakdancers do their thing. It was quite entertaining. I m still so
bitter that I didn't see Billy talent.
We goto the palace. The line up is around the building. Unbelievable. We go in I eat some 1 dollar pizza. Which was fucking amazing even though it only cost me a buck.
The palace is filled with people who smell like BO. I ran into Jax she
gave me and my 2 buddies a ride to the strip club.
So I am sitting in this club. Its called the manor. Its a quaint lil
strip club filled with statues and pillars. All the fancy shit. Why is
it that I have been to more strip clubs in the past two weeks, then I
have in the past 4 years?
Im finally home now, and I am going to fucking party hard tonite, to make up for last nights mishap.
killed softly at 10/08/2004 04:39:00 PM
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