Walking down Court St. last night around 2am I couldn’t help think, this was a great idea. We filled both rooms in a matter of days, which is rather interesting considering one of the rooms isn’t even finished.
The hockey game started at seven, with out cable television, we decided to head to On Deck. This would also give us the opportunity to educate our new roommate on the geography of the downtown.
Three rounds of Crystal later Jon decided that it would be a bad Idea to drive, so we went for a walk. I am so thankful that we did not grow up even ten years earlier when drinking and driving was socially acceptable. For we had the adventure witch ensued would not have been possible.
The walk to the Apollo was short, but the five-dollar cover charge and empty bar struck me as something odd. Then it hit me, the hockey game started at seven, Canada won, and it was now only ten o’clock. After White Russians, glasses of draft, and the cheapest dirtiest rye behind the bar, we decided it was time.
The band was from Winnipeg, I can’t remember their name…some guy and his Cosmic Crew. I could compare them to the Spin Doctors, perhaps, they were a little harder, and faster. So in fact I suppose they were nothing like the Spin Doctors.
From the Apollo, we made for the Roylton Hotel. Along the way we stopped and talked to random people on the street. Our first new friend was Steve, I don’t know if his name was truly Steve, it just that one thing I have noticed is that most people who are ten years older than us, who are rockers, and collect disability because they got hurt working in the mill are named Steve, or Billy, or Ron.
Talking to people like this is interesting, they always have great stories and they are possibly the most sociable people on the planet. They are always full of great advice, like stay in school, and don’t turn out like me. This goes back to my point about drinking and driving being socially acceptable ten years ago. If Steve had walked home, just one night…perhaps he wouldn’t have turned out like that.
After Steve’s life story I stoped paying attention to the world around me. I don’t know what happened or how it ended, perhaps someone else could blog about that (http://jpigger.typepad.com), and all that matters is it was an amazingly crazy night that began so innocently with the drop of a puck.
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