Oh yea! Big Thursday. You've survived it all another day.Come over to the hotel and give us some money. Tip everyone you meet. Walk into the back kitchen and tip all the people behind the scenes. That fry cook will spend the money on his family as your server will probably spend it on coke. Whatever. You make the call.
Head over to Pershing square where you can ice skate. Today is the opening ceremonies. I don't know when they start, read the paper for once you asshole. Okay, I'll tell you, cuz you tipped me:
HOURS OF OPERATION/ADMISSION: One hour session: $6 Skate rental: $2
*General schedule: Monday -Thursday 12:00noon - 9:00p.m. Fri/Sat/Sun 10:00a.m. - 10:00p.m.
*Monday–Sunday Special Extended Holiday Vacation Hours 10:00a.m. – 10:00p.m. (Dec.– Jan.)
*Open every day: special hours apply on Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, MLK Day
Tip the ice ring master for no reason, and see what happens. Money opens strange doors.
After spending most of your money. Head on down to the staples center to catch some hockey. Bring a jacket cuz there's a big chunk of ice. Game starts at 7:30. There are no tickets via Ticketmaster and if you'd think about the future for 2 seconds, then you'd be alright, but now you have to buy them at a premium on the street. Scalpers. Wanna go to jail? Fuck it, you've never been to that nightclub. No drinks, but free appetizers. Think about it. The management knows where the scalpers are. All you have to do is buy it, then everyone goes to jail. They've got cameras everywhere, but you don't care, everyone does it and you're 1 bottle down the road anyways.
