Insane for Dane.
Saturday night was quite the adventure.
Melissa, Red, Amy and I were going to see Dane Cook play at the Garden. We got some dinner first, and then decided it would be a better idea to take cabs to and from the show. We though driving would be a bitch with the show starting at 10:30. So our cab came right on time, and this guy looked like he was straight out of "Taxi Driver." Everything was going well until we got stuck in some traffic getting close to the Garden. We were lucky that we gave ourselves enough time to get there, because we were stuck for awhile. While we were stuck, the cab driver was cursing out the traffic and making joking threats (although were they really jokes?) and he also called his bookie to place some bets on hockey games. He even almost hit some cab that was cutting us off... not good when you have a pregnant girl in the cab! Finally, he suggested dropping us off a couple of blocks away because the traffic was so bad, and we were more than glad to get out his cab.
When we finally got to the Garden, there was a mob of people trying to get in. I've never seen so many people try to get there way in to a big venue like this all at once. When we finally got to our seats, it was 10:30, but Dane didn't go on until 11. And our seats... they were the last row of our section on the floor, and our whole row was four seats. They were pretty good.
And Dane... he was Dane. Funny, although some of his stories did go on for too long. He recycled a few bits we've heard before, but they were still funny. He definitely seemed very much like a rock star. There were tons of college guys and slutty girls (especially one in front of us). But overall, we had a good time.
But leaving... this is where it got fun. We left the Garden, following this big herd of people (we basically didn't have much of a choice). We tried looking for a good place to hail a cab, but so was everyone else. We couldn't even take the subway, because the show ended at 1:30, and for some stupid reason, the subway stops running at 1 AM (and bars close at 2... where is the logic?) So we walked all over... towards some place we didn't even know, then towards Quincy Market, then towards Downtown Crossing, and finally we ended up at South Station. We walked to the taxi stand there, and that's where we were in luck and got a cab. But by the time we got home, it was 3 AM. And we were all EXHAUSTED.
Melissa, Red, Amy and I were going to see Dane Cook play at the Garden. We got some dinner first, and then decided it would be a better idea to take cabs to and from the show. We though driving would be a bitch with the show starting at 10:30. So our cab came right on time, and this guy looked like he was straight out of "Taxi Driver." Everything was going well until we got stuck in some traffic getting close to the Garden. We were lucky that we gave ourselves enough time to get there, because we were stuck for awhile. While we were stuck, the cab driver was cursing out the traffic and making joking threats (although were they really jokes?) and he also called his bookie to place some bets on hockey games. He even almost hit some cab that was cutting us off... not good when you have a pregnant girl in the cab! Finally, he suggested dropping us off a couple of blocks away because the traffic was so bad, and we were more than glad to get out his cab.
When we finally got to the Garden, there was a mob of people trying to get in. I've never seen so many people try to get there way in to a big venue like this all at once. When we finally got to our seats, it was 10:30, but Dane didn't go on until 11. And our seats... they were the last row of our section on the floor, and our whole row was four seats. They were pretty good.
And Dane... he was Dane. Funny, although some of his stories did go on for too long. He recycled a few bits we've heard before, but they were still funny. He definitely seemed very much like a rock star. There were tons of college guys and slutty girls (especially one in front of us). But overall, we had a good time.
But leaving... this is where it got fun. We left the Garden, following this big herd of people (we basically didn't have much of a choice). We tried looking for a good place to hail a cab, but so was everyone else. We couldn't even take the subway, because the show ended at 1:30, and for some stupid reason, the subway stops running at 1 AM (and bars close at 2... where is the logic?) So we walked all over... towards some place we didn't even know, then towards Quincy Market, then towards Downtown Crossing, and finally we ended up at South Station. We walked to the taxi stand there, and that's where we were in luck and got a cab. But by the time we got home, it was 3 AM. And we were all EXHAUSTED.
posted by Joe @ 12:39 PM
1 Comments:
At 10:55 PM,
Red said…
YEAH!!!
I miss the lack of comments, what can I say?
(This comment has been deleted by the author. Just kidding.)
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