hot ticket this autumn

I bought two tickets at Zulu the day they went on sale. The next day I went back for one more for another friend after he expressed interest in seeing the show as well.

Three months later, Justice arrived. Everyone wanted to go, and for everyones own personal reasons, they needed to be there. I promised one ticket to Joe, and the one I went back for, to Chris. Somewhere along the way I forget about Chris' ticket, horrible I know. A travesty really. Morgan called a few days prior to the concert; I was to sell him the ticket.

Chris and I, fellow students at a higher learning place, attended a lecture. The French ambassador to the E.U. was giving the general thumbs-up regarding the state of the E.U. "The club is doing good, and everyone wants to be a member; where do we stop?" This was the pith of it.

Anxiously awaiting the dynamic French duo's performance at the commodore, I asked Chris if he was stoked. I knew the answer before I asked. He was stoked. Duh. I asked him where he got his ticket. "From you, dude."

Oh shit. This is when it all came back to me. I called Morgan, apologized profusely and let Chris know it was all back as it was before I lost my mind.

Night of the concert: Joe, savvy as he is, found his way onto the v.i.p. guest list, chosen by Xavier de Rosnay of Justice himself; a perk of working for a popular company. Alas, he no longer needed his ticket from me. I called Morgan to let him know, but he had already made new plans.
News got around fast and I wa getting calls from friends and acquaintances, and, most strangely, unknown girls. Joe had been outside the Commodore earlier in the evening and people were asking him for the golden pass. He passed them on to me. I declined them. Felipe called me and asked if I still had it; I said my price and he didn't seem to thrilled about it. Thinking he would call me back if he wanted it, and never receiving a call back, I rid myself of the ticket to a person I knew from high school. She was waiting paitiently in the front of the 'ticket buyers' line.

Felipe arrived shortly thereafter, with his friend for whom the ticket he had inquired. I told him I had sold it. I told him he hadn't called me back. He yelled, I apologized.

His friend Greg did get in, and for free, with the help of Joe and ticket swapping and naive bouncers. We were all happy. The show was amazing David.

But how much grief that one ticket caused! Hard feelings too, though I believe they have passed. Word to the wise, next time a band comes that everyone thinks is cool buy a ticket for yourself. Next time HotClique says it's dope, IT IS DOPE.