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Feb 28 07: on feeling like dancing

W00t.

By this afternoon, I still felt better than I sounded, so I decided to stop loafing and do something productive with some part of my day. So I went to get a much-needed haircut. Mr. Joseph’s is an old-school sort of place, although the old Italians who used to man the chairs are slowly giving way to a bunch of Montenegrans in their early 30s. The reading material there was the usual mix of lad mags and tabloid newspapers, mostly, but somebody had left behind a copy of the Village Voice. More my style. And it was in the Voice calendar pages, among concert listings for four hundred bands that I’d never heard of, that I saw it.

Surely there wouldn’t be tickets. Not for a concert just three days away. Surely not. But upon leaving the barbers with my ears newly lowered, I grabbed the first train for Madison Square Garden. The woman at the box-office window checked her computer for me. “Oh, you’re in luck. These must have just been released, because we didn’t have anything ten minutes ago. Wow, good seats, too. Do you want them?”

And that, my friends, is how I got a pair of tickets for the Scissor Sisters show this weekend. All I have to do now is pick out a suitable outfit, oh yes. Again I say unto thee: w00t.

Commentary

So - who are you taking?

posted by Grendel, Mar 1 07 12:53 PM

A different Bob.

posted by Andrew, Mar 1 07 1:07 PM

And A Different Bob is quite thrilled to be going, I must say. As well as honored to be slowly, quietly creeping into the strange radiation blogosphere…. *smile*

posted by A Different Bob, Mar 2 07 1:51 PM

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