Yeah. I’ll be at the same show with a friend. I actually have a ticket to see the show again the following night alone, but we’ll see if I keep it. I keep checking the hellsite (ticketmaster), hoping better seats might materialize. I’m still bent out of shape over missing the first pick of seating. I’m a little embarrassed; I have never felt this way about anything before, but I feel unequivocally like I can and should be closer! I deserve pit, damnit! Seriously. I feel that strongly.
So we’ll see what happens. I keep trying to talk myself out of that feeling. Fail.
And yeah, I need to plan my outfit, too. And make dinner reservations. And master a smokey eye. Good thing we have time!
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