One More Shot....
Mar. 12th, 2019 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogI had court downtown here at 10:30. Didn't leave the office until after 10, which was pushing it, but it was for a good cause:
For the third time now, I managed to get Verified Fan (i.e., not cheap but not scalped) Hamilton tickets, this time for their debut Rochester run, on the day of the presale. The Ticketmonster site's a cluster- there are separate "queues" for each of the 20-odd performances, and you're just playing Wack-a-Mole with random dates after seeing thousands of people ahead of you for some of them, but somehow I got into a short line for a Wednesday night in May and had the confirmation in virtual hand just in time to make it to my 10:30 on time. Since we've seen it snow as late as Memorial Day weekend around here (and I once famously saw slight flakes above Seneca Lake on Independence Night one year), I still do not rule out a polar vortex or some other Thruway-shutting weather event. Votes are also being tallied for a meteor strike, a martial law declaration, or an attack by a giant lilac.
That last suggestion came from a friend, who I also was relieved to help out with something yesterday. Monday also brought a quick court appearance (a client through a prepaid legal plan actually tried to tip me 20 bucks;), a good resolution of a matter left hanging from the previous Friday, and even better news about Eleanor's former electric car: Mercedes is only charging (heh) for the final two lease payments and a pre-disclosed termination fee. Nothing for excess wear, or for either surgically removing his mustache or replacing his shitty charging cord which we fixed ourselves a few months ago.
Today, on the other hand, was mostly running around: I wound up in my car for well over four hours between getting downtown, then to Niagara County for a file lookup and some much-needed dog food, and finally a very brief Rochester run before heading home. That last eastbound leg wound up with me getting an annoying memento of my Hamilton success: a small stone whipped up onto my windshield and left a bullet-size chip in the middle of the passenger side.
I of course blame Aaron Burr.
For the third time now, I managed to get Verified Fan (i.e., not cheap but not scalped) Hamilton tickets, this time for their debut Rochester run, on the day of the presale. The Ticketmonster site's a cluster- there are separate "queues" for each of the 20-odd performances, and you're just playing Wack-a-Mole with random dates after seeing thousands of people ahead of you for some of them, but somehow I got into a short line for a Wednesday night in May and had the confirmation in virtual hand just in time to make it to my 10:30 on time. Since we've seen it snow as late as Memorial Day weekend around here (and I once famously saw slight flakes above Seneca Lake on Independence Night one year), I still do not rule out a polar vortex or some other Thruway-shutting weather event. Votes are also being tallied for a meteor strike, a martial law declaration, or an attack by a giant lilac.
That last suggestion came from a friend, who I also was relieved to help out with something yesterday. Monday also brought a quick court appearance (a client through a prepaid legal plan actually tried to tip me 20 bucks;), a good resolution of a matter left hanging from the previous Friday, and even better news about Eleanor's former electric car: Mercedes is only charging (heh) for the final two lease payments and a pre-disclosed termination fee. Nothing for excess wear, or for either surgically removing his mustache or replacing his shitty charging cord which we fixed ourselves a few months ago.
Today, on the other hand, was mostly running around: I wound up in my car for well over four hours between getting downtown, then to Niagara County for a file lookup and some much-needed dog food, and finally a very brief Rochester run before heading home. That last eastbound leg wound up with me getting an annoying memento of my Hamilton success: a small stone whipped up onto my windshield and left a bullet-size chip in the middle of the passenger side.
I of course blame Aaron Burr.