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| - Went to Sunday Night Live for the first time the night before Vicotria Day.
Arrived late, and had to stand in the back trying to peak over the heads of long-torsoed women in tall bar chairs, but having a pint in hand--a decently priced $6 Sleeman, if I remember correctly--put me at ease. The show was very funny, the cast was energetic, the bartender was friendly, the crowd was positive, and there were good tunes on after the show to encourage toe-tapping shoulder-shifting mingling. It was a solid 4-Star experience-- what more could I ask for?
That's when someone announced to the packed bar to head out for fireworks, and the bartender offered to watch everyone's drink. SERIOUSLY? Everyone crowded outside onto the tiny side street with a sense of occasion and cameraderie, and a MASSIVELY IMPRESSIVE (and probably illegal--but even the popo let these things slide on holidays) fireworks display erupted just feet from our noses. Hands were clapped, whoops were hollered, and a wicked time was had by all.
Oh ya, and they handed out coupons to come back for another Sunday Night Live show FO FREE. See ya there?
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