Okay, so a quick entry before I disappear for awhile. (Yay boats!)
Anyway, my six-month campaign to go see Wicked is...stalled. I told my Da. His exact words?
Me: Da, guess what! Wicked's going to be in Philly over my birthday.
Da. Tough shit. I don't do Philly.
Phooey.
Buzz, said basically the same thing. *sigh* Why does everything have to
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