We got in line at the local Foodtown's TicketMaster booth super early the day tickets went on sale. There may have been wrist bands involved, and that might explain why we almost didn't get tickets (as I'm sure we forgot to check if wrist bands were given out in advance). The show sold out quickly but not before the dozen or so groups of people in front of us got their tickets and left the line happy. When we got up to the booth, the agent told us there were no tickets left. After standing around dumbstruck for a minute or so, she said she had some seats after all. Sara and I got seats together, and Mikki got a few tickets (one which was earmarked for her dad). Poor Mikki loved Mr. Manson so much that she was willing to go with her dad if that was the only way she could see the show. The night of the show, we found Mikki and her dad to say hello, but left soon after realizing things were tense between them after her dad experienced the Jim Rose Circus for the first and, I bet, last time.
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