So, there I was at work looking at my laptop, wishing it was time to go home. Need.to.focus.on.work.
It was then I noticed that an email from a mate of mine was in my inbox. Hmmm...probably nothing other than the usual mindless online banter (that I thoroughly enjoy by the way) but, something caught my eye immediately.
blah blah blah...RATM...blah blah blah
F.F.S. That's so f***ing typical. I wait most of my adult life to see them play live and then, all of a sudden they pop up in Dublin without me noticing. Tickets were probably gone at this stage especially since their Xmas chart-topping exploits over in the UK.
Note to self: Need to subscribe to Ticketmaster.
After some online cursing via email to everyone on the email thread, another email popped up, this time addressed solely to me.
I've got a spare one, you interested?
OH YES! Came the answer. Thanks man. I can't thank you enough.
OK, so the tickets aren't actually perfect. They're actually in the seated area of the O2, not right in front of the stage. The type of seats mak ciks get when they go to watch Westlife, Michael Buble, Siti Nurhaliza or Zaiton Sameon because they can't bear to stand for 4-5 hours. Mak cik or no mak cik. I'll take them anyway.
There was no way I was going to miss this one. Now, here's hoping my wife hasn't thrown away my fifteen year-old Rage t-shirt...