grey cup

grey cup

I had no plans to attend any of the major Grey Cup festivities. Friday night I went to this charity cocktail party but there were like 10 people and 5 old CFLers there so that doesn't count. I was sitting at home last night after the big game, which I also did not attend and only watched the last 5 minutes of on TV, when my friend Katherine called me to come out to Crush. There were only a couple people there at the time, including these guys I went to university with, one who plays for the Stampeders and another who is a Molson rep. The Stampeder's brother just happens to be one of the Edmonton Eskimos, who won the Grey Cup just hours before in overtime. So John gets his champion bro on the phone and convinces him to come to this bar, which wasn't even supposed to be open and had no DJ or anything! An hour or so later, a big pack of burly Eskimos comes into the bar, CARRYING THE GREY CUP! AND I FRIGGIN DRANK CHAMPAGNE OUT OF IT! I DON'T EVEN LIKE FOOTBALL!

So after the Molson dude covers the $1000 bar tab, I go home to get 4 hours sleep and am now at work and I FEEL LIKE ASS!

That's my rockstar story for the weekend.