I'm going to see Tom Petty. And Steve Winwood. But really, I'm going to see Tom Petty. Outside. In the lovely Seattle summer.
This is awesome...and the waiting is really going to be the hardest part. I'm not sitting in the pit, but in row 23. On my checklist of things to bring: the ticket, earplugs, and a smile that would deafen if it could talk.
That is all.
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