Remember how a few weeks ago I was animated and highly charged over the impending Black Eyed Peas concert?
And remember how I wrote about getting a ticket through my cousin?
Last night was the concert. I didn’t go. My seat went to a 20-year-old who was desperate to see the group but hadn’t scored a ticket to the sold out show.
Before ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the seeming kindness of what appears to be a selfless gesture on my part, know that the move was borne of desire for personal gain: Surmising I’d be the oldest person in the crowd and preferring to opt for Yoga class instead, I willingly bowed out.
Today on the street I happened upon a random, 60-something-year-old stranger wearing a Black Eyed Peas tee-shirt.
How was the concert?!
Do I know you?
No. I saw the tee-shirt.
Oh that! It was awesome. Fantastic.
(expletive) don’t tell me that! I gave up my ticket thinking I’d be the oldest person there!
You’re stupid then, aren’t you?
First of all, welcome to Israel. Why cushion the blow when you can just say it like it is?
Second, this afternoon the 20-year-old showed me post-concert images of herself with will.i.am – she found out where the band was holding late night court and made her way to the club – and bootleg video snippets of the concert itself.
So there! I got my Zen on and a 2nd hand piece of the action too!