One of the guys I work with said that Randstad (the temping agency) was trying to get into a contract deal with us and consequently offered to get us Thrashers tickets for the game last night.  I said sure, I’d like to go, so he got me two tickets.

Little did I know they were the “private suite with free beer, wine and food” type tickets.  Lauren and I are walking around lost like “Where the hell is portal A15?” We meander all the way around and some concierge looking guy says “Looking for the stairs?” and we show him the tickets and he goes “Oh, sir, your suite is right here behind us”.  Lauren and I are like, booyah son, thats RIGHT.

I’ve never sat in those private suites before, and I must say, its quite the way to watch a sporting event.  Of course the free imported beer from the fridge that kept restocking itself didn’t hurt.  So I met some nice people from Randstad that I’ll never see again, watched the Thrashers lose their season opener in a shootout, and walked home through the park instead of sitting in traffic like all the other suckers who don’t live downtown.  Really not a bad way to start the weekend at all.