Best night ever...
Working late, someone passing my desk said "Anyone want to go see the Foo Fighters? I've got two free tickets". So I grabbed them, requisitioned two cab chits because it was a "work-related activity" and called a mate who said "drinks are on me!" Picked him up and drove to the venue, a notoriously crowded place. As we walked to the door, the bouncers decided to open a second entrance so we completely missed the long queue, walked to the packed bar just as a (small) fight started and everyone cleared away, once again missing the long queue, then walked straight past the bouncers guarding the VIP area by waving arms full of beer cans and shouting "it's in my pocket". As we arrived, a couple started arguing and got up from their utterly stage-side table so we sat down, the band started to play about two uninterupted metres in front of us. End of the gig, walked out, once again hundreds of people standing at the cab rank so we head to a side street, turn the corner just as a taxi stops to let some woman out at her home. Jumped straight in (the cab, not the woman) the guy actually spoke English and knew the way to my house. The girlfriend had just returned home from a night out with the girls and was as horny as all get out so straight to bed for fun. In retrospect I probably should have died in my sleep that night.
( difficultchild, Fri 15 Sep 2006, 3:23, Reply)