Tonight Lady Luck and I, along with a few of our chums, were planning to go and see Mono play. We all went out for dinner first at The Old Spaghetti Factory.
As we were leaving, Lady Luck and I both became rather ill. The tickets for the show were at the will-call window in my name though, so we had to go with the rest of our crew to the club in order for them to get in. It was a tense ride, to put it mildly.
We got the tickets with minimal inconvenience (but a lot of discomfort), and then booked it home.
And here we sit. Ill. Severly annoyed. Not watching Mono, who hasn't played Phoenix for a couple of years. This sucks. Stupid Spaghetti Factory.