Oh, Heavenly Day
It is everyone’s job to make sure I get my tickets. They go on sale on Friday at noon. The balance of the world depends on me getting my tickets. The fabric of time will unravel if yet another fest commences without me. And so, dear readers, I ask you to inundate me with emails and phone calls on Friday. Tell me, “Do not, REAPEAT, DO NOT forget to buy your tickets at noon, Mister Man! Timespace rests on your shoulders. ‘Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid.'”
It’s like they were reading my mind about not being able to wait until next summer! Mark that frame an eight.