(Part of an occasional series of blog entries written on napkins and transcribed.)
10/12 - 9:25pm, Backbar (basement of the 9:30 Club)
Went to the 9:30 Club to see Liz Phair, as previously threatened.
Things being what they are and me being who I am, I bought a ticket when I was at the Mike Doughty show and planned on going by myself.
Events intervened, and for a two day period, I was under the impression that I would be going with someone. As in, like, a date.
I was pretty sure it wasn't going to sell out, but to avoid any unnecessary drama and suspense, I bought a ticket online, which added $8.75 in service fees on top of a $25 ticket.
Tuesday comes around, so I call and leave a message to figure out details (or "coordinate logistics", as I actually said in a previous conversation over drinks. I was still in work mode).
Don't hear back right away, but I'm not concerned.
Call Wednesday, leave a message. Get a call back..."Sorry, I can't make it...I sent you text message earlier."
I don't do text messages. At least, not right now, on the ghetto phone with the broken antenna glued-in battery.
Anyway, to make an unnecessarily long story medium-sized, I go, unload the ticket for $20, eating the rest.
This is why I buy single tickets to shows.
Don't be That Guy.