Doors opened an hour late. Glad I wasn’t early! I had an extra ticket. Fortunately Joe the Plumber wasn’t interested in going. Way too gay for him; maybe not gay enough for me. We would see.
Since I was given the "English Beat" tickets for free, I wanted to give away my extra ticket. I hung around the front door, and failed to connect with several needy people, but I had faith. There's always someone who needs a ticket.
Eventually I was approached by a woman who asked if I had an extra ticket. She had a ticket, but her sister didn't. I brought her sister in. They were sweet and grateful and asked if I wanted money or a drink, but I wanted neither. Just as I had received the tickets, I wanted to give a ticket, freely.
The two sisters were big "English Beat" fans:
W.: English Beat played at my sister’s wedding.
M.: English Beat played at your sister’s wedding?
W.: They’ll play for anyone if you pay them enough.
Later, I saw the woman again. I understood that her name was Tije. I had never heard that name before. "What kind of name is that?" I asked. She explained she was Indian. "What tribe?" I asked. "The tribe from India," she replied. I looked at her blankly. "Oh!" I finally replied. "Now I get it!"
A Sacramento band, "Noche Oskura" opened. Pretty good. Their fans were there.