Dammit.

[cyrano]

When I went to work at Debbie's a week and a half ago, Debbie said 'Hey, why don't you have some free tickets to that cool renfair up in Marin? They're only good for September 29th but maybe you could go up after work--you'll be half way there already.' and I said 'Hey thanks!' thinking that even if I couldn't go there were friends who'd really enjoy it. And then the tickets disappeared. I couldn't find them anywhere. I tore apart my room, the costume shop, my backpack, my car.... you get the picture. Last weekend Debbie and I cursed the tickets and she said 'They'll probably show up on Monday.' Well they're late. I found them two minutes ago on the wine rack.

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[kirbyk.livejournal.com]

Well, I heard that there was an outbreak of, um, West Nile Virus at the renfaire on that particular day, so you're lucky you didn't go. And Pam Smith was there, and she sang, and there was this witch who cursed people to have to spend the rest of the day with their most hated ex, and Randy Beaman was there and he ate pop rocks and soda at the same time and his head exploded and there were brains over everyone and then the zombies killed everyone. Okay bye.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

*smooch* Thank you. And I'll add my name to the list of folks who are hoping the best for your family.

[tersa.livejournal.com]

Er. Yeah. I saw them on Saturday, in fact.

Next time, ask your housemate. There's a possibility that she (or the cat) sees things. :)

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Well yes, but that would have involved seeing my housemate sometime before Sunday.

[tavella.livejournal.com]

Suck! I have a check that is currently doing the same disappearing act. I hate when they do that.