So, I was really looking forward to writing this entry and saying, "Guess what I did last night?" but 'twas not to be.

It's really all Ivee's fault, though because I had already decided that I wasn't going, but she had a glance at eBay and sent me a link of a guy who was selling two tickets at cost!

So, I started writing to the guy, saying how I wasn't going to bid, because I only wanted one ticket, but that I was really really interested, and if he couldn't sell them, that he could sell one to me! I wrote about five times, assuring him that I was still available, that I work right near Carnegie Hall, so if they still have it at the last minute, they could call me.

As the day wore on and I kept seeing how nobody was bidding, I started getting more and more tense. My excitement level was at the point where I couldn't concentrate or think or do anything but twitch and check my email.

Around 6.30p, I went to do my FedExing, came back to my desk and the phone was ringing, picked it up...nothing. It had gone to voice mail. I stared at the little arrow, willing it to blink, but there was no message. About five minutes later it rang again, and I grabbed it and said:

"Hello?"
"Hi, it's me!"
"O, hi Mom."
"Well, don't sound so excited."
"I was hoping that it would be someone else. Blah blah blah Carnegie Hall, blah blah blah fabulous concert, blah blah blah just missed a call. But maybe it wasn't them."
"It was them and you missed it, now they are calling someone else."
"But maybe not!"
"Just accept it, you blew it."
"Maybe it was a work call!"
"Then why wouldn't they leave a message?"
"Because they didn't want to bother me? Anyway, I gotta go."
"Why, doesn't the other line ring while you're on the phone?"
"Yes, but I cannot think! And I have to get down there soon and see if anyone is selling tickets in front of the theatre!"

So I got down there to see if anyone was selling tickets in front of the theatre, but I am dreadfully shy about things like that, asking things of strangers like directions and whether they were selling extra tickets. But I didn't see anyone selling anyway, what I saw was a few wild-eyed people desperately trying to buy extra tickets.

It only occurs to me this morning that I should have just bid on the two tickets, paid the $180, and sold the other one myself! It wouldn't have been hard, that woman with the red hair and the plaintive voice would have taken it off my hands. Too late now. I am in a slough of despond.

So I went to the van and stopped at Burger Fling, because if I cannot see the bass player that makes my heart go pitty-pat and hear the music that makes my feet go tippy-tap, then I damn well want a chocolate shake.

So I paid my $1.83 and waited for my shake, but the girl came back and said they were out of milk shakes, and would I prefer something else. This, of course, just figured, so I asked for my money back. She went away for about five minutes, minting the money in the back, I supposed, but then, all wreathed in smiles, she said they were re-filling the machine and I would get a shake after all!

So the universe isn't entirely against me after all!

And speaking of the universe not being against me, all is well in the Conan front. I was reminded by Kim and Shmuel that Conan re-runs in the middle of the night the following week, but then Rog wrote and said that Shae had TiVo-ed it the night before and he could put it on tape if need be.

Yay! So I am going to see if I can tape it next week, but just in case there is a blackout in the middle of the night (a not-unlikely occurrence), Rog and Shae are keeping it on TiVo so that I don't have to throw myself onto a pair of scissors after missing it twice.

It has occurred to me that Rog and Shae are like drug pushers. They said, "O, you are missing the Carnegie Hall concert, come to Somerville and see Dan Tyminski play!" which was the first time I saw Barry Bales, and before that they said, "Hey, let's go see Moulin Rouge!" so they actually are completely responsible for my two latest obsessions.

And now, Shae is sending me the four posters from the movie (Truth, Beauty, Freedom and Love), and Rog is offering me a tape of the Conan appearance...I think that they are waiting for me to get good and hooked and then they are going to start charging me an arm and a leg for my fix.

That's what I think.

I woke up to an email in my mailbox that said, "Don’t let colon problems ruin your life!"

Okey-doke.

Lenten entries missed:

Sars talked about what makes a person well-read, drinking too much Budweiser, the Oscars, and how a real friend is someone who watches you for back fat and camel toe.

Today's horoscope:
An impulse to "take it to the limit" could get you into hot water. Don't go all the way.

One year ago today:
...but in May you can hardly say "We'll pay you in July." Of course, it's hard to say that in June as well, if they haven't been paid since April.

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