. . . be sure to wear some flowers in your hair."
So, who's going to Ticketstock?
I try to make it if I can. I've been to three or four, but missed the last one. Both Fridays and Saturdays are a little tough. I'd love to come tomorrow night, but . . .
. . . there's The Girl.
The Girl may not want to go to Ticketstock.
And I can't ditch The Girl even in the service of my crucial journalistic duties.
Well, how about Saturday?
Saturday carries with it chores during most of the day and then . . .
. . . The Girl will need to be fed and entertained.
On the other hand, The Girl might be OK with Ticketstock.
Something a little different.
So I'm asking myself how I might be able to meet some Confessors there. I don't think I want to just hang in one spot, and besides, I don't know what hang-likely spots there will be around the Irving Convention Center.
Tell you what: if I go tomorrow, I will wear a purple tie. If I go Saturday, I'll wear a Ragonk t-shirt under a sport jacket (and maybe an unbuttoned long-sleeved shirt, if it's chilly). I'll probably also have a 35mm DSLR with a big honkin' flash on it. If you see someone matching that description, just stand in the general vicinity and say, loudly enough for that person to hear, "Plainsman?" And I'll be glad to say howdy.
Whether we meet or not, have a fun, safe time at Ticketstock. Give more than serious thought to a designated driver. And thank you for shopping at My Ticket Confession.
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LATER: I am delighted to note that today's offering is the 800th post in My Ticket Confession. Hard to believe. Includes the occasional archival post, but I'll count 'em.
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