Wherein karma bites our asses
So you know how I was just gloating about
xica_s and I getting third row tickets to Prince tonight? Well, karma got us good. One exit from the arena all traffic comes to a stop. I paint my nails in the car. We finally roll down the windows and the woman in the car next to us informs us that the show was cancelled. Whoops. So rather than being pissed like everyone around us, we just looked at each other and went, "I'm glad we went last night." And then we laughed maniacally, which was just mean of us. But oh well. So now we'll be seeing Prince sometime in August, I think.
But yeah, I think it's our fault that Prince got a sore throat a half hour before going on stage. Because we were so gloaty towards everyone else.
I feel badly for the people who didn't get to go last night, who were really looking forward to this. I feel sorry for the people who paid the $15 for parking. I feel sorry for the people who were in the arena, had bought drinks and merchandise, and were sitting in their seats waiting. But do I feel sorry for us? Nope.
Plus, we're now hanging with
taraljc instead. She's no Prince, but she'll do. ;)
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But yeah, I think it's our fault that Prince got a sore throat a half hour before going on stage. Because we were so gloaty towards everyone else.
I feel badly for the people who didn't get to go last night, who were really looking forward to this. I feel sorry for the people who paid the $15 for parking. I feel sorry for the people who were in the arena, had bought drinks and merchandise, and were sitting in their seats waiting. But do I feel sorry for us? Nope.
Plus, we're now hanging with
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