two people to the bar for pitchers

we stood in line for a very long time last night.

"li-izzzzz...." i whined. "when are they going to open the door?" of course she knew i was kidding, but she attempted a stern face nonetheless.

one of the bands had arrived late for the show and were finishing up a soundcheck, so we were standing in a huge line on the first floor of the unicentre, making a lot of noise and causing a general ruckus.

when the doors opened, forty minutes later than predicted, liz had to sign me in because i had forgotton my student card.

"you owe me now." she said, deadpan.

we laughed like hyenas, and went and secured a seat.