The phone message.
hey babe, matthew got us tickets for the Bjork concert tomorrow night, it's at coney island cyclone stadium. you're taking tomorrow off.

the day was as follows
subway
blaring heat, dull sunshine shore
corn dogs
tower ride thing
kate got her carnie on
beer at Ruby's
cyclone!!!
more beer at Ruby's
knoa and emma show up
more beers
more heat. amazing heat.
which required more beers
round of corndogs and fried shrimp
and then some beer, which was the washing down.
get tickets
ticket man said sweet when we handed him our tickets, which made us even more excited since we also had the Bjork after show pass
Sweet we said
and handed our tickets to another guy.
third level suit 208
ohhhh suit
tromping upstairs
suit 208 is the ladies lo.
so not suit
we were taken to "the party deck"
We were a mile away from stage, but there was coney island and the ocean and this really great show ready to start and then FIREWORKS
wooo hoo
Fireworks cued to Bjork, yeaaa we win!
Bjork played, emma and me danced, then down to the field we went. I showed emma how to excuse yourself to the front of the stage through a crowd of people. We were definitely the people we hate at concerts. Stupid passes stuck to our shirts, beers in our hands and a mildly less haggard look of, not waiting in line for 3 hours. We stayed for a few songs, the one where she describes having sex with matthew. Mike told me it worst song ever and he cringes when he hears the words. emma and I danced some more and laughed at the song we knew they were trying to talk over and ignore. Then we skipped back to the nosebleeds flashing our badges like 14 year old groupies. I like emma a lot. We got to talking and for some reason the only way I can describe it as two women at a Tupperware party, busting out laughing at the fact that we are actually at a Tupperware party. Is this Surreally happening? No, no it's just the beers and this apocalyptic walk out the the end of the pier at sunset. There are hoards of families lined up with their nets and lines. dragging in pails of small crabs, there is a baby shark gutted and tied, flapping below against the waves. We're both in love. She and Knoa have been married for a year, and it glows.

and i totally have to go to work