January 22, 2004
$204.55
What the hell just happened to me? I'm winding down, about to go visit the Sandman, and my daughter informs me she has to have a Britney ticket. Correction. 2 Britney tickets, so she can take her girlfriend. At which point The Bride intervenes, and avers they must take number 2 daughter if they're going. Then The Bride tries to convince me SHE should go, too, as a chaperone, but I not only didn't fall off that particular turnip truck, I siphoned the gas out the heap onceupona. No, sir.
And yet: 3 minutes. 3 tickets. $204.55 I just got holed out of. THAT was the fastest I've ever been skinned in my life.
Thank god the good seats were already gone. But I expect a leather bustier or something as a prize. These girls need to learn how to take care of their Velocidaddy.