In what can only be a clear case of temporary insanity, I just spent $275 on a ticket to the Paul McCartney concert in August. Holy crap.
I decided last night that perhaps I should try to see him in concert. I am, after all, a lifelong fan of Los Beatles and I owe it to myself to see at least one of them in concert before the remaining members die. Could I live with myself if I ended up in a position where Ringo was the only one left? No, no I could not.
I hadn’t talked to anyone about going with me so I decided to get two cheapo tickets and figure it out later. Colour me shocked (but not really) when it was impossible to find two tickets at any price level once the tickets had gone on sale. Naturally, I panicked, searched for a single ticket at any price range, and then purchased before my ticket was released back into the pool.
This is more than twice what I’ve ever paid for a concert ticket. Still. Paul McCartney was my first ever celebrity crush when I was thirteen. This has been a long time coming!