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I'm not kidding when I say that the only thing I missed on LJ over the past 5 hours were posts about buying tickets for JC's shows. It's quite comical. Stress and joy and angst and squee all over the place.
It's enough to make a girl buy a ticket to the Boston show. Which I just did.
It's $25. I don't know if I'll make the trip up there but I'd hate to see the NYC show on the 19th and regret not having a ticket for Boston. Better safe than sorry. If I decide not to go, it's not a huge financial loss.
Just know that you're all a bunch of fucking enablers.
Despite an apparent lack of enthusiasm, I am excited about the tour but today kicked my ass which effectively removed my ability to show excitement on any level. So I'm leaving work for more wine with co-workers. But I will be home by 8:30pm because neither happy hour nor Florida will keep me from The West Wing.
It's enough to make a girl buy a ticket to the Boston show. Which I just did.
It's $25. I don't know if I'll make the trip up there but I'd hate to see the NYC show on the 19th and regret not having a ticket for Boston. Better safe than sorry. If I decide not to go, it's not a huge financial loss.
Just know that you're all a bunch of fucking enablers.
Despite an apparent lack of enthusiasm, I am excited about the tour but today kicked my ass which effectively removed my ability to show excitement on any level. So I'm leaving work for more wine with co-workers. But I will be home by 8:30pm because neither happy hour nor Florida will keep me from The West Wing.
