Muffin and I spent last night with M.Ward and his crowd of hipster fans at the very crowded and smoke-free Varsity Theater.
Once we arrived, we uncovered the leeeeetle hitch of age (apparently "as old as you feel" does not fly with people who card). I called Dan and Matt for some advice: how to smuggle a 17 year old into an 18+ concert.
Ideas we considered which were promptly shot down
1. she lost her ID and I'm her legal guardian?
2. that she doesn't have an ID because she's in the witness protection program please don't ask for any further details as I'm not at liberty to disclose that information?
3. we're on the list. She's the drummer's sister? (Clearly the most likely until you're asked for a name--either yours or hers.)
By the time we're at the front of the line, we're sweating like criminals. "What is this crap? Why are we afraid? The worst they can do is say no." And then some squad cars flew by.
The best they could do is look at Muffin's ID, see the Under 21 Label, and not do the Under 18 Math.
And they did.
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So you got in, then?
Good for you.
Rin and I were there for the sound check but gone long before the show started.
Oh wait. Because we're afraid of everything. Do you think that one might sweat their fears? Because I think that might explain a lot.
how was the show? i wanted to go, but alas was tired and unmotivated.
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