Novotel
Went to the Duck's game last night. They played against the New York Islanders. It was a pretty fun game, except the Ducks lost in the shootout and the only goals they made were during power plays. Oh well. For some reason hockey is the only sport that i can take seriously; i can't sit through a football game, baseball bores the hell out of me, and basketball just doesn't seem fun to me at all. The game was especially jawsome 'cause we got tickets on the club level, center of the rink and a peach of a view, normally two hundred dollar tickets each, but we got them free from a mysterious benefactor.
Anyway, i'm a bit concerned tho, because I was going ro buy a round of drinks for the guys during the game (which they serve more than just beer on the club level, and apparently don't check ID either), when I realized i didn't have my Driver's Licscense when i was going to use plastic. That sucks. I ended going to an ATM to pay for the drinks. I've tried to Paycheck my way to remember where i could have left the damn thing; the last time i remember using it was Sunday at Giant Robot when I was, like always, flirting with the girl who works there, and when i paid for my purchase with credit her laughing at my ID for how much of a 15-year-old Cholo i look like on it. Bah, last week it was my social security card (which i found in a pack of cigaretts, don't ask) and now this. I am such a Forgetful Fran.
Oh well, at least I have comics to pick up today.
Anyway, i'm a bit concerned tho, because I was going ro buy a round of drinks for the guys during the game (which they serve more than just beer on the club level, and apparently don't check ID either), when I realized i didn't have my Driver's Licscense when i was going to use plastic. That sucks. I ended going to an ATM to pay for the drinks. I've tried to Paycheck my way to remember where i could have left the damn thing; the last time i remember using it was Sunday at Giant Robot when I was, like always, flirting with the girl who works there, and when i paid for my purchase with credit her laughing at my ID for how much of a 15-year-old Cholo i look like on it. Bah, last week it was my social security card (which i found in a pack of cigaretts, don't ask) and now this. I am such a Forgetful Fran.
Oh well, at least I have comics to pick up today.