My friend Jamie called me today. He's like, "Dude, why haven't you called me?" I'm like, "What? What's the problem." He's like, "I called and left you a message 4 days ago. What's the deal?" I'm like, "Dude, I don't get reception on my cell out here in Spring City. You'll have to use the land line."
He says, "Anyway, the reason I called is . . . Did you know that Phish is getting back together?" I says, "No, really? That's cool." He says, "Yeah, the closest show they have booked so far is in Asheville, N.C. We could drive down and see the show. They'll probably never play together again." Meanwhile I'm looking up ticket prices online as he is speaking to me. It's in June. Tickets are $50.
My wife is like, "Ummm, you know we don't have any money right now." I say, "Really, you're kidding? Hmmmm, I'll get Jamie to buy the tickets and I'll tell him I'll pay him back."
