Well, I finally got the call I was waiting for. My dad called me from his workplace, and asked if I was still interested in buying Blue Bombers season tickets.
Like a girl getting asked to the prom, I put the phone to my chest, jumped around, high-fived myself, regained my composure, and gently whispered into the phone "yes".
That's how I saw it.
What really happened, is a lot less dramatic. I said sure, and my Dad called the ticket office. Done deal.
In other news, the wife decided on a business plan on how to buy her guitar. She's going to freelance a few articles, and buy her dream guitar, which, luckily for me, is apparently going to be neon pink. She wants me to play it too. Two words, private lessons. Zig, are you still interested? Please no snickering....
And lastly, it was payday yesterday. Now I can finally enjoy the finer things in life...like gas for my car.
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Payday is sometime today for me.... finer things for me? groceries.
great news on the tickets. I'm sure I'll be taking advantage of the buddy pass' sometime this year.
Go BOMBERS!
hey - a guy an totally rock a pink guitar (so your in the clear!) - that is, as long as it doesn't have too much glitter -
Ahem - if you have any sort of problem playing my awesome, girly guitar - then as I've told you before, you are welcome to save up and buy your own "boy" guitar. But if you already have a problem with pink then you might not appreciate the "Chicks Before Dix" sticker I plan on putting on it...
I need to figure out how to get there for a Bombers game, and I need to get you here for a Carolina Panthers Game. You know, a cultural exchange, diversity trip. Man, if I'm sick tomorrow I am going to be so pissed.
I like a guy blog. I can get a little potty mouth.
I think I feel a fever buzz. No that was the wine, ha!
I am sorry - you CANNOT play a pink guitar. Your guitar says something about you and it should say "I ROCK", not "My other hobby is sewing". :-)
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