So remember when I talked about all of that wailing and gnashing of teeth over the fact that I had missed out on Andrew Bird tickets?
Yeah, about that…
Schuba’s released a handful of tickets this afternoon, and after much panicking and frantic clicking on my part, I’m now the proud owner of a … piece of paper that says my name is on the list.
Hey, I’ll take what I can get.
So I’ve had a bittersweet parting with my Decemberists ticket (thank you, Craigslist), and I’m well aware that I will probably be crammed in the back of the club behind a bunch of six foot tall skinny hipster dudes, unable to see anything, but that is a-ok.
Your intrepid blogger will report back later on her adventure.Â Hopefully it will be more than just keymash.