Here at the Chronicle we often joke about how we spend our evenings carousing with supermodels in glamorous hotel lounges and nightclubs. Ha ha he, it doesn't really take place: in actual fact, we spend most of our free time urban-duck-hunting and betting on the dog races.
But last night, I have to admit, Monsieur and myself missed the ENTIRE game against the Dallas Stars because we were getting blaggered in a hideously tacky hotel lounge high above Buckhead. There were many hideously tacky females on hand; strangely enough, they didn't seem impressed when I told them I was the editor of a marginal blog about the Atlanta Thrashers. Why is this?
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It's ok, the team didn't show up either.
And marginal? No sir. You gentlemen rate at least tertiary.
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