Nicky:
Earlier this year, WWE Monday Night RAW came to town, and my friend and I probably were the first to get tickets. Both of us have been wrestling fans from the womb, so why wouldn't we jump at the opportunity to go relive our youth. We heard that the wrestlers stayed at a hotel down the street from the arena, so after the event, we headed to the hotel bar.
Upon entering, we saw John Laurinaitis bellied-up to the bar solo, drowning his sorrows. He did just get GTS'd by CM Punk earlier in the evening to the crowd's elation, to be fair. Obviously, we went over and started talking to him. When we ordered our beers, he told the bartender, "Put it on my tab," in his trademark raspy voice, which sounds exactly like Bob Einstein's aka Mart Funkhouser from Curb Your Enthusiasm. We talked about how great he was during RAW that night, his overall awesomeness and, most importantly, the golden era of WWF (the last one was mostly just a long diatribe by yours truly). Nicest guy we've ever met - definitely not deserving of his heel status. We were elated at this point, drinking with John Laurinaitis, going back and forth buying each other drinks and just loving life. Now, this could have been either five minutes or hours - our time recollection at that point had been significantly altered. Nevertheless, as we were thinking about calling it a Monday night, who walks in but Vince McMahon and wrestling legend Pat Patterson. We freaked out and immediately ordered a round for Laurinaitis, McMahon and Patterson. Again, we could've been drinking with them for five minutes or hours. Best guys ever. Things got a little (a lot) blurry from there.
When we both woke up at our respective residences, we immediately called each other to verify the encounter actually happened. My friend had a pounding headache (we're no longer young bucks), an ATM receipt in his pocket for $200 from 12:01am, a taxi cab company's card and $35 left in cash. I had a very angry girlfriend (she picked us up) and a mental haziness that could rival the density of concrete. But in the end, we pieced together the GREATEST NIGHT OF OUR LIVES. Our only regret was not taking a picture with them, or at least Vince McMahon....
....until about a week later when I was browsing the pictures on my phone and found this.
