Big news - an admission of guilt on my behalf.
Regular readers will be aware that the adult Macs are going to see the Foo Fighters this month. There has been a lot of build up to this concert and Ms. Mac and I are heavily invested in the gig. It is something that we have wanted to do for years and years. Normally when the tickets go on sale in Australia, they are sold out in minutes so it was a big deal for me to be able to waltz into Ticket Corner and nonchalantly pick up a couple of tickets without any queuing, sleeping bags or thermoses of braised steak and veggies!
For about a month now, I have been convinced that the concert is the day after pay day. So much so that I have also sold Ms. Mac on the idea and we have been planning our entire week around going to Foo Fighters on Thursday 26th. Being a cautious type (and having screwed us up on dates before*), Ms. Mac asked me last night "are you absolutely sure that the concert is on the 26th???"
I replied "of course I'm sure - the day AFTER payday."
"Yeah well you better check! I'll kill you if there's a mix-up!!!"
So last night I suddenly remembered that she had told me to check the dates and opened the top drawer where the tickets have been hibernating and took a peek. Lucky I did too - the concert is tomorrow, not Thursday!!!
Can you even begin to imagine what would have happened if I had not checked and we turned up on Thursday only to find the place deserted and our tickets reduced to the status of the world's most expensive bookmarks?
The agony doesn't bear thinking about.
*Once, we were scheduled to travel on the Superfast ferry from Zeebrugge in Belgium to Rosyth, Scotland. This overnight trip is a fun way to cross from Europe to the UK and we were really looking forward to it. Zeebrugge is about 10+ hours drive from Zürich so we packed up the car, the kids and our troubles and set off in the dead of night for Belgium. We turned up at the ferry port expecting the usual tailback of cars waiting to board the ferry and were pleasantly surprised to see that we were the first (and only) car there. I went up to the lady sitting in the office and asked what time the gates would be opening for boarding. To which she replied that the ferry didn't sail on Sundays in winter - we were a whole day early! We got a hotel room and stayed the night, had chinky for tea and the boys loved it. So much so that they asked if Mum could always screw up the dates in future!
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Isn't Ms. Mac from an area where they throw tree trunks? You were really lucky to not have ended under a pile of those.
Ahem! Ms. Mac was never sold on the idea that the concert was the 25th. You may remember correcting Ms. Mac several times when she asked if the concert was the 25th. It's a good job you're married to Ms. Mac. She's not just all about eating dried up bits of roll-on deodourant you know.
Don't worry fellow, I'd have found some ointment to cure your black eyes after your wife would have hit you. I am good in remedies ;)
But it stil better you have found it out. You both enjoy it. Gatín (Toño)
Oh I can't bear to think of the carnage that may have resulted from your naughtiness! Ms. Mac and I may have had to have run off together to the South Seas lesbian sex slave colony after all.
Toño's neighbour will be there too. Give her a hug and have some drinks to celebrate The Lovely Jonathan's big day.
Tree trunk throwing?
Can we hear more about this?
I believe that Gomad is referring to the fine Scottish art of Cabre Tossing.
Although the trunk I toss is not normally quite that big.
Love, Ms. Mac (lowering the tone since 1970)
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