I have a not-so-secret secret: I am a huge George Michael fan. Most of my friends tease me about this, but whatever. I am who I am. So when I saw that George is coming to the U.S. for the first time in seventeen years, and that Boston would be one of the stops, I did a squealy-girly happy dance. The instant tix went on sale, I snagged two, even though I knew my husband would not go (he can't stand George Michael) and I'd have to take a friend. And, naturally, I did another squealy-girly happy dance.
That is, until I realized it's also the night I have tickets to the Red Sox/Yankee game. OUCH. (My husband laughed his head off.)
I'd relegated myself to having to sell off one set of tickets, boo-hooing all the while. But then as I was checking out the updated
Red Sox schedule, I noticed that the Sox/Yankee game was moved to 1:05PM (and George isn't on until 8!) Oh, Happy Day!
You may now feel free to mock me for being a George fan. I won't care. I'll be busy singing Freedom '90 while I celebrate another Sox victory.