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Sat, May 20
Tonight At Radio City Music Hall
Here was the excellent lineup at tonight's concert: The Roots, Bilal, Erika Badu, Mos Def, DAVE CHAPELLE and get this
...Jay Z! I looooooove Miss E. Badu, expecially since she sang, "You Got Me" which was the first song that got me into The Roots in the first place. I am so glad I went.
Unfortunately, I had had an extra ticket on my hands since J had to bail (for a bachelor party in Atlantic City). We had given Emily's friend who got the tickets for us in the first place, practically a month to get rid of the ticket. I think they only tried to pawn it off starting yesterday, which isn't really trying too much in advance. In an act of desperation (since I had only $65 to my name, which is also the price of a ticket), I found myself going up to random people, acting all shady and being like, "Hey, you need a ticket?" I should have parked my ass right up against the dark corners of buildings, worn a big hat and muttered under my breath, "tickets, tickets, want a ticket". Instead, I cheerily went up to random folk with a cheery smile. Nine times out of ten, I realized I was trying to sell my ticket to a real scalper.
Finally, someone took the bait. It took her about ten minutes to get through her billion and one phone calls to Rashida, Taniqua, and someone called "B" before she finally acquiesced. Her friend looked at me skeptically: "Why you have an extra ticket?" she asked, giving me the once over. What, did I somehow appear MORE "gansta" than most of the people swarming around me in front of Radio City? Did my frilly top with the little bow in the back, and my banana curls and heels make her think that I operate a secret underground scalping facility in my apartment? Girl, please. When I handed the girl on the phone the ticket she asked me to come with her to the entrance so that she knew my ticket was "real." As we were approaching the ticket taker, she said to him, "Sir, I'm about to buy this ticket from this girl and I want you to check and see if it's legit." The guy looked at her, and said, "I did NOT just hear you say that. I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."
Who friggin tells the ticket guy at a concert that she is about to buy a scalped ticket? Way to blow my cover, Lady.
So in the end, I sold it for $50 instead of $65, which I figure just would be even if I didn't buy one of the $20 bottles of water or mixed drinks during the concert.
What a feel good concert. After Jay Z brought the house down at the end, every single one of the performers from tonight came down with a marching band, off the stage and into the aisles. Erika Badu and her eight foot afro (gorgeous!) was an inch away from me. I snapped a pic on my camera phone.
Ok, bed time. Yoga tomorrow.
Posted by lexzog at May 20, 2006 12:35 AM
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