When a friend posted on Facebook that he had to unload some Pixies tickets, I thought back to our missed Pixies concert. "This is meant to be," I said. After an easy transaction the tickets were on my printer.
And, even better, the seats were great:
And, even better, when I posted that photo on Facebook, I discovered that Friend #2 was at the same concert, and she came by to say hi.
And, even better, Pixies were great in a legendary, historic kind of way, and Weezer was great in a showmanship kind of way.
People sat for Pixies and stood for Weezer, which seems a little wrong given how influential Pixies were. I liked their music better, but I could not make out most of their words.
The sitting and standing proved to be difficult for Gary. He seemed to get stuck in his seat. I couldn't understand why. Then, after the man next to me almost elbowed me in the bosom during a Weezer-inspired air punch, I moved to Gary's seat and found it was a full third smaller than all the other seats.
Gary even danced a little, and he's been quite the homebody lately, so it was good to see him enjoy himself again.
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