Sometimes things go well

Wednesday evening, at the play, a number of members of our party declared their intention to come with me to the Final Fantasy concert on the 19th; I went to bed happily anticipating the company. Thursday morning, Zulu's website had that show listed as sold out. There was scrambling, fretting, coordinating by e-mail. On Thursday afternoon, three of the (apparently) five tickets remaining at Red Cat Records were bought by people affiliated with me.

Against the Sold Out Tickets demon, that tormented me so in the matter of Sufjan Stevens, I am mightily avenged.