Even Steven...

    My good pal Steve (see above photo and notice look of intelligence) and I went to see Dwight Yoakam at the Red Robinson Theatre in Coquitlam on Saturday night. It was a great show and it was cool because he's not on tour and decided to come to Vancouver and perform a one-off (a happening only once and not repeated). Fortunately we left North Van quite a bit early-the show started at 8:00 PM but we ventured out about 6:30... we wanted to check out the casino that is out there as well and gamble away $30 a buddy (I'll call him "Roman") handed me to bet on the Wheel of Fortune. The reason I said "fortunately" is that as we were just about to pull into the parking lot after the twenty minute drive when the dreaded thought hit me, "I forgot my ticket." I looked at Steve (he was driving) and gave him the bad news and apologized. I must be losing it because I've been to many concerts and sporting events and have never forgot my ticket. Maybe it was an oversight when I transferred the contents of Bacon Wallet to the more appropriate Cowboy Wallet for the show...

      Steve was great about it, not that he really had much choice. He made the drive back to my place, I grabbed the ticket (obviously... but the way I've started to forget things lately I can't be too sure) and after waiting in line for what seemed like an eternity for twelve vodka soda's (kidding) we got to our seats-which couldn't have been better, right on time. A great place to catch a show.

     We checked out the casino afterwards and I lost "Roman's" thirty bucks in what seemed like mere seconds (I've got my share of problems but gambling was never one of them, I just don't get it) and headed back to the Queens Cross for a drink. Here's where the universe kind of balanced out my boneheaded move from earlier. We had grabbed a couple of beers from the bar and I stopped to talk to the waitress for a sec. Steve walked ahead of me up the three steps that head out to the patio. To enter said patio you have to pass through a rather large sliding door which at the time was wide open. I was still conversing with the waitress when we watched Steve proceed to close the patio door and continue walking into it... that's right, he closed the patio door and walked right into it, head first. We lost it. You probably have to know Steve to really appreciate this, or have been there, but the evening kind of magically evened itself out and Steve's melon was OK... I think.