I’m a procrastinator. I can’t help it; it’s in my DNA. I was gonna write this blog today two months of todays ago. But why do today what you can put off ‘til tomorrow, right? I also hate obscene ticket service – ahem, “convenience” – fees (I just bought a $350 music festival ticket that had $59 in service charges. Two of ‘em, actually. Damn, that was a painful display of whorish thievery – nothing convenient about it). I also suffer certifiable FOMO. If there’s a show my friends are going to, I just gotta be there.
“Who’s playing again?” (Is that my FOMO speaking, or my faltering memory? Here’s the YouTube link, in case you’re interested)
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