It might be true that money can't buy you love, but engaging in some good old fashioned barter-system economics over the Interweb certainly can. I met a man tonight via Craigslist who has just changed my world and made this DC-hater into a DC-strong disliker. That is, he managed to install a tiny dose of faith into my "I hate most humans" motherboard. Now, before we get lost in my ridiculous metaphors (hell, I barely even know what I'm talking about at this point), let me just say that I just made the deal of my life -- perhaps the deal of all of our lives.
And now is the part where I reveal how melodramatic I am.
This mega-deal I'm speaking of came in the form of a simple ticket trade between me and this aformentioned magical man I e-met through a CL ad. I traded two extra Radiohead tickets (that's what happens when you have multiple people trying to buy tickets online) for two of his extra Wilco tickets, which I've been looking to procure for well over a month now.
YES! The heavens hath shown down upon us! And while that may sound a tad over-the-top, if you know anything about dealing with sold-out concerts, you know that it's not often that you don't get f*cked by scalpers who will not hesitate to charge upwards of $200 for a $43 ticket like it's their job. (Well, I guess it might be their job, come to think of it...) But anyway, it's a rare occasion (like walking-through-Georgetown-and-not-encountering-a-douche kind of rare occasion) that people don't get ripped off when trying to find an extra ticket for a sold-out show.
Is anyone still reading this? I realize this might be the dumbest blog entry I've written to date (and I've written some dumb ones!), but for the 10 percent of you who might actually care, I want to spread some good news (like Jesus) for once. That is, there's a little Lord (and not of the Lil' Lord variety, although I think that's true too) in all of us, and my current prophet is this unknown gentlemen who is willing to take care of business without raping my wallet (I told you my metaphors would get increasingly ridiculous.)
I guess what I'm trying to say, which I'm having a terrible time mustering up the will to do, is that DC doesn't suck today. In fact, I kind of (brace yourselves) heart it right now. However, when I show up with my Radiohead tickets and my new e-buddy tries to give me gum wrappers with Wilco scrawled on them in blue Bic in return I'm sure my little stint of DC-happiness will die quickly. Yeah, I will still see this place in hell. Ciao!