Shortly before going to bed last night, in our bedroom, a fly buzzed past my nose. I thought to myself, bugger. I need to evict that fly or it will wake me up by buzzing insistently in my ears at 6 in the morning.
Kindly, the fly waited until 7 in the morning. Gah.
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Cal and I wandered into the middle of town yesterday and decided we’d like to see something at the fringe. Ideally, something free. That happens sometimes, you walk around and someone gives you free tickets. So we walked, but evidently our ‘give us free tickets’ faces were slightly too desperate and haunted, like a guy with too-prominent car keys at a speed dating night, and we were left unmolested.
So we went into the box office at one venue, which happened to be selling Flight of the Conchords tickets, and figured we might as well see how far in advance we needed to buy them. F O the C (which is sort of a street term for Flight of the Conchords) have been doing very well again, selling out right from day one, getting good big notices and murmurs of winning the Perrier this year. And the nice person at the box office said, ‘well we just had some returns so you can go tonight if you like’.
So we went to see F O the C last night. And it was good. Everyone laughed. I laughed a lot.
Special irony-filled punchline: right after buying tickets, we walked outside and were immediately offered free tickets to a show! But it was too late because we were already going to see F O the C! If only we’d found the guy first, how different our night would have been!