Pink's Room: The Strange and Terrible Saga: Friday #3

I don't even know where to begin with this one. My last post mentioned that Tino might have been drunk when he worked on Pink's Room Wednesday night...well, thats been confirmed. Tino took a break from the room to go to the Greek restaurant, "and whenever I go, they make me drink 3 beer before I sit down." When he got back, at 12:30 am, he says, "I will go work on the room for an hour, then I must sleep." The next day at The Argus, we were talking about the night before and he said it was so hard working on the room that late, to which I replied, "Bullshit! You were hammered, you didn't care." And he responded, with a cheeky little smile, "Yeah, maybe a little."

That was Wednesday night, after Tino took a personal day off work to finish Pink's Room. Today I find out from Tino that the "higher ups" at the Argus were none too pleased because Tino took a day off work, even though they knew it was necessary to finish Pink's Room. This is not looking good for Pink.

Back to Thursday evening, which is a special evening because it is the 2 week anniversary of the date Tino proclaimed that the room would be ready by. Oh, and its Pink's birthday as well. So after Tino got home from The Argus, I asked him if he would join us at the Quetsch to celebrate Pink's birthday. He said, "No, I will work on Pink's Room...this will be my gift to him." That same night, Tino asked me to help him with Pink's Room and I reluctantly agreed...you see, it was my goal not to lift a finger on that room. So I held a flashlight while Tino messed around with the electricity. I thought for sure he was gonna get shocked and go flying off that ladder, but nothing happened.

Later in the evening, as I was heading out to celebrate with Pink, Tino tells me he is going to the Greek restaurant again because there is nothing he can do in Pink's Room at the moment because the "mud is drying." Right, what about the rest of the drywall, or the ceiling, etc, etc. Anyway, we celebrate Thursday night and that brings us to today.

Tino on the way to the Greek restaurant on Thursday evening.

A little of what went on at The Quetsch for Pink's birthday celebration. I'm sure one of the other blogs of the Buehl Blog Planet with produce a more thorough report of that night.

Friday afternoon, I arrive back at the flat to find Tino working in Pink's Room...after all, our deadline is tomorrow. I make some dinner and am eating a nice Steak Mexico when I hear Tino calling my name. I assume he wants help again and I wander out there to find him with his hand under running water. Clearly he is distressed and he asks me to get some paper towels for him. He honestly looked ready to pass out and blood was pouring out of a 3cm gash in his hand. Apparently, he was trying to cut a hole in some drywall with an exacto knife when the knife slipped and caught him on the hand, about 3 cm's away from his wrist. I said, "Let's get you to a hospital" to which he responded by bolting out the door and down the stairs. I asked him where he was going and he said to get the first aid kit in his car. 5 minutes later, I hear his car start up and off he goes. So there's Tino, bleeding profusely, trying to stem the bloodflow and attempting to drive a manual transmission car to the hospital.

Later, Tino returns from the hospital with a rather large bandage on his hand. No stitches, but he must rest for 3 days. As I am on my way to practice, he asked me to tell Pink that he's sorry because he thinks the room will not be ready by tomorrow because Tino has injured his hand. He was sincerely sad when he asked me this favour, I actually thought he might shed a tear or two. The he left to go watch a hockey game.

So thats it for today. There is no way the room will be done by tomorrow, or next Saturday for that matter, or the Saturday after that. Pink came by to see the latest and said, "if there was a four man crew working on it full time, it still wouldn't be ready by next Saturday."