
Upon arriving, the door men were checking everyone's online printed tickets. We had no tickets. We had no clue who was playing. I told the bouncer that their website had no "events" listed for Saturday night. The head door man said "that's because we sold out on Friday, so we took it off the website". Oh.... OK. "We'll go someplace else for dinner" I told DDF. But my brilliant wife had the foresight to ask "who is playing?"
"Um... they're called... ABC?" the younger bouncer said.
DDF and I LOOKED at each other.
The older bouncer said "Is it just the two of you? We could squeeze you in... you just have to pay the $30 entry fee"
"Honey, get your money out and pay the nice man" DDF said.
So we ate, we drank, we listened to 80s music for 3 hours, and we saw an ABC concert. It was fun. Then we danced until midnight, when DDF's feet started to hurt her, so we droe down the I-5 thirty minutes back home to the cocoon of South Orange County. We found that we were two of the Most attractive, youngest, least morbidly obese, least ancient looking, straightest couples there. It was a good concert, and Martin Fry is a great entertainer, and he looks alot better today than he did on "Bands Reunited" on VH1 10 years ago. After the band left (to "go back to London Town tomorrow!" as Martin said), I asked one of the security guards next to the stage if it was ok to pick up the discarded drum sticks and play list... and he handed them to me. (Promark 730s, wooden tips... nice) Way better than an online link.
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