Fools Gold

After a weekend of partying hard, I lay in my bed Sunday night thinking about the upcoming week. Me and T (Britex Heir) were set to meet Monday night for the Saints v. 49ers game, Canadian visitors are arriving Wednesday, and I already have weekend plans. That's when my phone rang...

T: Hello

Me: Yea, Hi.

T: So....You may never want to speak to me again when you hear what I'm about to say. (very serious tone of voice) You still there?

Me: (immediately going through my head: he's married, going to jail, murdered someone, a complete phony, etc...) Yea, I'm sitting down. What is it?

T: (deep inhalation) I got a ticket to the game. (silence) Hello?

Me: (sigh of relief)

T: Hello? Are you ok?

Me: That's it?! I thought you were married or something?! (I have a vivid imagination)

T: (laughing) You What?!!!! Oh, that's good. Well, I am NOT married, and I know I'm really going to have to make this up to you.

Me: Yea, that sounds about right. If I got a ticket, I'd go. Have fun, I guess?

T: So, you aren't mad? What can I do to make this up to you?

Me: Wear black and gold to the game. Photo-documentation will do. Jumbotron scores you bonus points.

T: Seriously?! You know I can't do that?!!

Me: Well, that's what I'd be doing if I got to go...

T and I went on to talk briefly about how he got the ticket and when we could possibly meet up later this week. The latter of which is still TBD. Let's just say he got my adrenaline pumping, and I haven't been fooled like that in a long time. T may just get a second chance.