Budkin
01-13-2006, 01:03 AM
Oh what a craptacular night this was...
I live in Austin. My officemate's GF had given him tickets to the Pistons game as a Christmas present and it ended up that she didn't want to go, so he invited me, as long as I drove. I was psyched.
I asked him if he had the tickets before we left and he did. I followed him to his house to drop off his car, he jumped in mine and we were off. Got stuck in bad Austin rush hour traffic but ended up making it to the Park and Ride on Randolph Blvd. By 6:30. About to get on the bus and I asked him to make sure he had his tickets one more time. He checks for his wallet and it's not on him. We check the car and it's not there. Then he remembers... it's in his car... in Austin.
We decide to try and salvage something of the game so I go speeding up I-35 all the way back to Austin and 2 hours later we are back at the arena. It was near the beginning of the 4th quarter so at least we got to see something, right? Wrong. As we try to enter we are stopped by staff and told that "once we leave we can't go back in." I try and explain that we are just getting there and wanted to see the end of the game. "No sir" the bitchy woman says with a scowl on her face and motions for us to leave. So after all that we didn't get to see shit. And the Spurs got their asses handed to them on top of it.
Oh, but we did hit Whataburger on the way back so I guess it wasn't all for naught. :depressed
I live in Austin. My officemate's GF had given him tickets to the Pistons game as a Christmas present and it ended up that she didn't want to go, so he invited me, as long as I drove. I was psyched.
I asked him if he had the tickets before we left and he did. I followed him to his house to drop off his car, he jumped in mine and we were off. Got stuck in bad Austin rush hour traffic but ended up making it to the Park and Ride on Randolph Blvd. By 6:30. About to get on the bus and I asked him to make sure he had his tickets one more time. He checks for his wallet and it's not on him. We check the car and it's not there. Then he remembers... it's in his car... in Austin.
We decide to try and salvage something of the game so I go speeding up I-35 all the way back to Austin and 2 hours later we are back at the arena. It was near the beginning of the 4th quarter so at least we got to see something, right? Wrong. As we try to enter we are stopped by staff and told that "once we leave we can't go back in." I try and explain that we are just getting there and wanted to see the end of the game. "No sir" the bitchy woman says with a scowl on her face and motions for us to leave. So after all that we didn't get to see shit. And the Spurs got their asses handed to them on top of it.
Oh, but we did hit Whataburger on the way back so I guess it wasn't all for naught. :depressed