So, the fan club gets first dibs on concert tickets today? Everyone else can join the frenzy at noon tomorrow.
Listening to my friend who always spills the juiciest info, I thought, ‘Guess I’ll aim for tomorrow.’ And then tomorrow arrived.
‘It wasn’t even an official fan club thing, just a newsletter signup. I missed my shot.’
Oh, so it was that easy. Honestly, I was never a hardcore Oasis fan. I used to think ‘Don’t Look Back in Anger’ was kinda bland (though now I love it). So I decided not to join the fan club. But if it was just a mailing list, I should’ve done it. 🤦♂️
‘Another ticket round at noon today. Not gonna try, are you?’
Actually, the idea of Oasis coming here felt like a legendary music moment, so I was tempted to try. But her question fired me up, and I proudly declared I would. As she packed up her iPad, heading to lunch, she gave me a look like ‘yeah, right’ and briskly walked to the elevator.
‘It might be tough on a smartphone, you know?’
I never got to check if it was hard, because my plan to cut weight by eating just two boiled eggs for lunch all week was ruined when I finally had a real meal.
Before the army stew even started boiling, I was fishing out noodles from the broth. They were as tough as dried somen noodles. My mind was asking, ‘What am I even doing?’ but my body was like a bear stocking up before hibernation, chopsticks moving non-stop. Couldn’t stop myself. I devoured most of the rolled omelet too. My dining partner jumped in, realizing they wouldn’t get any at my pace. I also cleared three plates of side dishes and even fished out the floating bits of fat from the stew. I don’t even like fat… And by then, the ticketing was all over. 🎟️
Update: The friend with the iPad didn’t snag a ticket either. Even with all her effort, the result was the same, and I felt a pang of guilt…
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