So THEN I got free tickets to go see
Ligabue over at
San Siro.
Like a true inhabitant of Milan, I dearly love our main stadium. This is my fourth concert in it and there's no comparable feeling to that of sitting in the rings, waiting for the first bars to kick off the show.
You see, I know one of these
guys, who just happens to know
Inter's president's son. To make a rather long story necessarily short, he literally begged me to accept the tickets, so that I could at least try to convince his ex to attend this shindig she'd dreamt of for the best part of the last five months.
Dude, I almost cried.
It was so totally worth it.