Then jump I out of bed in anticipation of our (Saba and mine) 6 hour journey to the promised land, Montreal where I met the band in 1998.  You know the story.

What a glorious day it was going to be.  I mean come on, i was going to see the band that I worship and glorify, it really does not get any better than that.  Okay i guess i could meet ed, mike, stone (again), Jeff and Matt and have a beer with them and trade war stories of the time we defeated the androids back in the 1990's, but I am pretty realistic.

So i headed off into the horizon in search of Montreal, but not before stopping off at Saba's and getting into her wonderful, gorgeous car, the ECHO.  We filled up gas, cost me almost $300 because of those governmental taxes, and those hedonistic oil company sons of bitches who refuse to lower prices.  I hate them all!!!!!  okay, i digress.

The 6 hour drive was filled with many an adventure, like what CDs to play and what to snack on first (grapes or crackers).  Having played a few pearl jam CDs (at this point i could tell that Saba really was not in the mood to hear anymore so i played some Stone Temple Pilots instead).  The drive to Montreal was treacherous.  The rain pelted down as beasts of all sizes and denominations attacked our gorgeous Toyota ECHO.  But Saba the keen driver that she is was able to avoid all sorts of peril and safely got us to Montreal, where the drivers are maniacs and to find a two way street would be like striking the jack pot at a bingo game. What gives with all those one way streets anyway?  What the hell are they trying to prove?

At this point, I still did not have my tickets. That is why i had to be in Montreal by at least 1:00 pm in order to line up at the amazing TEN CLUB ticket window in order to pick up my tickets.  The chances were pretty good that I would be set up with coolio seats but i was not sure what kind of seats i would end up having.  Tension and fear ripped through my body, as I broke into a cold sweat when i saw that the queue at the ten club window was longer than a queue at a Sri Lankan restaurant on Hot Curry Mondays.  As usual Saba went into damage control mode and consoled me as I huddled into the fetus position.  The ticket window was to open at 3:30 pm, the time was only 1:30 pm.

It was in line that I met two good American dudes (man) named Eric and Jordan, who like myself worships the band.  We got to talking for a few hours and as of this moment, we are best friends.......Peace out brothers.

Once 3:30 rolled around, the window opened at it was time to pick up my tickets. I had to wait about 15 minutes until it was y turn.  Finally, i was next.  I could not walk up to the window, but with much help from Saba, I dragged myself to the ticket window and provided the ID required to collect my tix.  

She handed me the tix and i slowly started to look at what sort of seats i had.  All i have to say is that I apparently started to jump up and down and give my self high fives while playing air guitar and screaming Pearl Jam Rulz baby! Pearl Jam Rulz.  Apparently Saba was pretty embarrassed by my childish actions.  Finally after i had calmed down (2 hours later).  It was time for the show and started to become hyper again.

We showed our tickets to the ushers and they kept pointing us in to the front.  SWEEEEEET!  this had to be a good sign.  When we got the the front, i realized that i could not get any closer to the stage. I proceeded to pass out and awoke just in time to see that our seats were first row, just a few seats off centre (okay i lied in my emails about the FIRST ROW CENTRE thing).  The stage was a mere 15 feet away.  But then the unthinkable happened.

The usher asked me to stand up and show him my ticket.  Okay this was it, i was going to get kicked out, i mean come on, i was a brown boy in Quebec, how often does that happen.  But to my surprise he said, you cannot sit here, you have to move............