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So Wednesday night, my boss comes up to me and says he needs to talk, I'm trying to think of everything I did that I could get in shit for (which wasn't much). Anyway, he said as thanks for my work at the Bar, he was sending me (Along with his daughter, Shawn (the manager), and three other people to Vancouver for the Molson Canada 70's Retro Rockstar Party. YES! Only catch as that the Limo left Thursday at 2, good thing I had no plans. spend thursday morning getting a costume together, then hop in the Limo and off we go. Limo's alternator dies at Chilliwack, crap. Two Limos out of Kelowna are 20 minutes behind us, we split our six into threes and get in the other Limos the rest of the way to Van. Get to Van at 8 o'clock, kinda late, but no worries. We were plastered by then, actually we'd been drinking since we left Kamloops. Went to a pub for some mingling with the other "Rockstars" got free beer. Caught a limo to the Roxy, partied the shit outta that place, went to the bathroom cause I felt like puking a few times, ended up veering off course and grabbing more beer each time, drank 100% for free, I was even on the Dance floor most of the night, which NEVER happens. After the club, went outside, found a 99 cent/slice pizza place, downed 3 of those, caught a bus back to the hotel, but wait, not just any bus, there was a plasma screen on the rear of the passenger compartment with a DVD player hooked up to it and a killer sound system...did I mention that there were Molson girls in really tight clothes dancing on the poles that were in the middle? The rest is just getting back to the hotel, passing out and waking up...all in all I had a great time.
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