Went down to Little Five Points after work to try and pick up tickets for
Jonathan Coulton's upcoming show with
Paul & Storm at the
Five Spot (see earlier post
here) so as to avoid both TicketBastards' taking a cut and the increase in price at the door on the night. The trip requires a nearly 14-mile, minimum 23-minute drive from suburban Vinings down to L5P over Interstates 285 and 20, and in this case, at the height of rush hour. This will be relevant shortly, trust me.
The bartender at Five Spot informs me that the tickets cannot actually be purchased at the bar itself, since the show was booked through the nearby
Variety Playhouse as part of its concert series. One must go to the Playhouse's box office...which, it turns out, is only open for advance ticket purchases on weekdays between the hours of 12 noon and 6 PM. No morning, evening or weekend hours
at all. And since I hadn't even left work until 5:45, due to lateness in arriving at work this morning and having taken an hour for lunch, I was too late to get the ducats tonight.
So in order to get there in time this week to buy tickets in person, I must leave work no later than 5 PM tomorrow (which, although this is supposed to be my normal workday end time, usually isn't due to lunches that run longer than the 30 mins. I am officially allotted) and hope and pray that commuters by the hundreds rushing to get out of the city and home to their cheaper suburban houses won't slow me down so much that I can't get to L5P, find a typically scarce street parking space there and reach the Playhouse ticket window before the clock strikes six and they close for the night...and the week.
Will try to get out on time tomorrow night, but it may end up being far more practical to cave in and pay TicketBastards' "convenience charge" for the sake of simply getting the damn things in hand well ahead of the show. Dammit. Like this weekend didn't already suck the Great Moose Cock in the Sky (as my pal
darrenzieger likes to say) due to missing OVFF. Shitpissdamnfuckcraphell.