Don't Hate Me Because ...

I got tickets to Coldplay, coming to the Tweeter Center in August. I'm taking the boy. Now that he's playing both guitar and drums, this whole concert thing is becoming more and more important to him. (His favorite band is Barenaked Ladies, which we saw live last year. And it's entirely appropriate that the son of SFNE should love what my husband calls "Boston's house band," even though they're from Toronto.)

You can imagine my panic as I was trying to snag tickets off the web and found that the first five minutes of sales were reserved for American Express Gold customers. Damn that plain green card in my wallet--not good enough! I was sure there wouldn't be any tickets left, but at 10:05 the gods of Ticketmaster released the available stock to the commoners. So I didn't get down-front covered seats, but excellent seats in the uncovered reserved section. I hope it doesn't rain, but I do have my snazzy poppy-colored raincoat from Lands End, so what the heck?