So, midweek Catherine asks if I will buy tickets for her and two friends to go see four bands on Saturday night at somewhere called In the Venue. Since none of them has a credit card, I wrested their precious dollars from them and bought the tickets. The show started at 6pm and I realized that by that point we would be deep into the sushi with Ted and Lani (see previous post) and that I would not, therefore, be able to collect the tickets from 'will call' with my id and the credit card used for purchase. So, I thought, I'll just pop by the evening before and pick them up. The place is right by the homeless shelters so I think you can picture the ambience. That evening's entertainment was very loud and made me feel about a hundred years old. the large bouncer and ditzy woman on the door had no idea what i was talking about. "Will call", what's that? No, you cannot pick tickets up the day before; no, there is no box office. So i call Smithstix the next morning and ask them exactly what their 'convenience fee' is for. They assure me that with a copy of all my relevant documents, Catherine can pick up the tickets. Which she does. I text her at around 7 to see how it is, and here is her reply:
"There's a 40 year old man with a pot belly by me jumping. He's wearing a superman shirt and knows all the lyrics to the unknown band opening band. Pretty sketchy."
She had her fancy new camera with her so took lots of photos (even one of Mr. Sketchy) and videos and spent this afternoon making seamless compilations with i-movie.
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Love it. All of it.
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