If I hadn’t been so reluctant to spend $31.50 to go to Cirque, a date-like event where I’d be an odd wheel, I could have had a center orchestra seat along with everyone else.
Fearing spending a New Year’s alone, I’ve now spent $45.65 for a mezzanine left-of-center seat, likely sitting between strange couples. (That $45.65 includes a $6.25 Ticketf*cker convenience charge–it is the only option to get the tickets and a $3.40 order processing charge–yes, the server processing power cost them $3.40).
Oh, well. Cirque stuff is supposed to be quite good, so it might be worth it.
I hope you have a good time.
If it’s any consolation, I’ll be spending New Year’s Eve alone in the dark with Joni Mitchell and a great deal of cheap champagne.
No consolation, it sucks that you will be alone. It’s just dumb luck that my brain tipped towards going out instead of staying home. Now that I’ve bought the ticket, it is too late to turn back. Take care of yourself tonight.