...or maybe I have just a teensy bit of common sense.
A couple of weeks ago we "won" tickets to see Trey Anastasio in Charlotte last night. He used to play in Phish and the Great Wiki says in 2003 he was listed as 73 on the Rolling Stone list of the 100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time.
I say "won" with quotes because C was listening to WCU's radio station one morning, heard about the contest, called a guy he knows that does the morning show & he said yeah, don't worry about calling in, we'll just give you some.
Cool. They'll be at will-call. Twice we were told this.
So being my ultra-cautious self, because it takes 3 hours to drive to Charlotte, I told C to call the concert venue & check to make sure the tickets are there.
I get a phone call from C at 4:30 yesterday telling me he has some good news and bad news. Bad news, the venue has no record of our tickets. In fact, they have no record of ANY tickets from WCU. Hm. Okay. Good news: we don't have to drive 6 hours to go to a concert of someone I'd never heard of (I know, boo me) when C had to be up early this morning for Open House.
I'm a smart lady.
So instead we stayed in and watched The Secret Life of Bees. Great movie; get out the tissues.
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