Mike the Barista's blog: "My first blog!"

So as you all noticed, I haven't been that active in the past few days. Why? Well, I went to Detroit from Friday to Sunday (and I was busy with school shit after that). Anyway, I really wanted to mumm this but I thought a blog would be more appropriate. Also, it's time I write my first blog (and you guys should be grateful cause you're witnessing history right here).

So lets get started. Why the fuck did I go to Detroit? Well, I wanted to go to the Jay-Z/Eminem concert. I planned on buying tickets from a scalper or something. I also went to meet that 17 year old chicka I met on yahoo about a month ago (she lives an hour away from the city). And of course, I needed a bit of a vacation so this was a perfect opportunity.

So I left with my friend (who's like Kramer on valium) on Friday morning. We got there sometime in the afternoon and after a little touring, we thought "okay Detroit is boring." Then I went off to go find tickets to the concert. My friend decided not to go so he went back to the hotel to go to the pool. So I started walking down the streets asking scalper-looking people for a ticket ---- for a couple of hours --- to no avail. FINALLY, I found one guy who was selling a ticket for $120. I said "I only have 60 and I don't want to spend more than 80"...he says "gimme 100 then...and hurry up cause I gotta go meet my friend." I got all excited and took an extra $40 from the ATM and handed him the $100.

Then I'm walking to the entrance gate thinking "OMG, I'm going to see Eminem and Jay-Z live, this is awesome." I get to the gate and the guy points out that my ticket is for the PREVIOUS NIGHT'S SHOW!!!!!!! I almost cried. Actually no, I did cry. I couldn't believed I got gypped like that. I went to the police but they told me they couldn't do anything based on my description (black guy with glasses). They also told me I should have read the ticket before purchasing. Anyway, I spent the next hour or so telling random strangers how I got fucked over and gathering any pity they were willing to give me (which felt pretty good actually). Then I went to the entrance and asked them if they'd cut a semi-retarded individual some slack and just let me in out of pity (they said no, you believe that? Unbelievable). Then I listened to the concert from outside the stadium and envied every human being I saw in the audience.

Why do these things happen to me?????

Oh shit, this is pretty long and I haven't even gotten to the good part of the trip yet (the girl!!!)...hmm, well lets see what the reception is like with this story and then I'll decide how I want to tell you guys about the girl (mumm or blog).