I was supposed to go see the Letters to Cleo/Blake Babies show at the Paradise in Boston tonight. I can’t go. When the tickets went on sale I was trying to get five but ticketbastard would only sell four at a time. I got my four. Four tickets for five people. I was trying to get a fifth when one member of the group, my beloved wife, backed out. Okay, I had four tickets for four people. Somehow I never communicated that to my brother. He thought he was the odd man out and made other plans. We didn’t catch my utter failure until yesterday when it was too late to do anything about it.
John, I am so sorry I screwed up.
Larry and Mike are still going, and now they have two extra tickets. I don’t know if they’ve found anyone to take them yet. I hope so. I hope the bands rock like they did 20-25 years ago. I hope Mike and Larry and whoever they get to go with them have a freakin’ blast. I’m sorry I can’t go.
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