These past several days, I have been in Portland, having the most excellent adventures. On Sunday, during Omelet Day, Marie and I were listening to Bishop Briggs (whose goddamn sexy music you should listen to), and I said, "I'd really like to see her live. I should look up tour dates." So I did. In a delightful coincidence, she was playing in Portland Monday (i.e. last) night.
My flight back to Denver was scheduled for Monday night, so on Monday morning, as part of my practice of saying Yes to opportunities, I looked into changing my ticket. Well, my budget fare would have dictated that I more or less had to buy a new ticket entirely, which meant I was facing spending about $300 to see the show, which felt a little steep. I said, "Oh well," and let the idea go.
About half an hour later, I got a call from the airline, offering me a voucher in exchange for postponing my flight until Tuesday morning.
That's enough, right? That's a complete story right there. The airline called me. Ever hear of that happening before? Me either.
But the story continues: I bought my ticket to the show straightaway, but Marie wanted to think about it, and then didn't have time to check for herself until later. By the time she checked, the only seats still available were the next price-tier up from what I'd paid--too much, in other words. So I said, "Come with me to the venue. When we pick up my ticket from will call, we'll see if they've released any other seats, and you can decide then whether or not to join me."
When we went to get my ticket, I asked the woman in the ticket booth if there were any seats available at the same price as mine near where I'd be seated. She looked at the seating chart, then looked up at me. She said, "The seat right next to you is available."
I believe the look on my face was what we call a knowing smile. I glanced at Marie. Marie, who understood completely, smiled and handed over her credit card.
And because you were wondering: Bishop Briggs absolutely killed it.