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Jan. 17th, 2003 09:41 amBought two tickets to Shaolin: Wheel of Life. They're up in the lower balcony, but that's fine with me. I'm a bit curious as to what this 'convenience charge' is on the tickets I ordered online; would it have been cheaper to order by phone or something? Mneh. Kin-Hon, meanwhile, is unsure about whether his schedule will allow him to go. Ah well. Either he will, or one of my other friends will, or I'll sell the ticket to some poor schlub on the sidewalk. The important part right now is being able to take someone with me.
It has just percolated through my memory that I have never bought a ticket to a musical event, or to a theatrical one, on my own before. Oh, I've bought tickets to things like The Lion King or QED, the essentially one-man play with Alan Alda as Richard P. "Coolest Physicist EVER" Feynman, but those were because my parents were sending me to see the events as gifts. Heck, the one non-classical concert I've ever really been to - wait, no, that's not true. I bought my own ticket to Da Vinci's Notebook when they were in Manhattan. So that basically means my buy-your-own-ticket-to-live-entertainment record consists of them and the monks. I have been to one insanely popular concert full of screaming people who sang along with the music and jumped up and down with glee at being able to see their pop culture idol, but that was Garth Brooks' free concert in Central Park, and I was so far away that the man looked like a Rice Krispie.
This should be good.
It has just percolated through my memory that I have never bought a ticket to a musical event, or to a theatrical one, on my own before. Oh, I've bought tickets to things like The Lion King or QED, the essentially one-man play with Alan Alda as Richard P. "Coolest Physicist EVER" Feynman, but those were because my parents were sending me to see the events as gifts. Heck, the one non-classical concert I've ever really been to - wait, no, that's not true. I bought my own ticket to Da Vinci's Notebook when they were in Manhattan. So that basically means my buy-your-own-ticket-to-live-entertainment record consists of them and the monks. I have been to one insanely popular concert full of screaming people who sang along with the music and jumped up and down with glee at being able to see their pop culture idol, but that was Garth Brooks' free concert in Central Park, and I was so far away that the man looked like a Rice Krispie.
This should be good.