Flying down Grand Avenue on our bicycles, the tickets jumped out of my pocket.
I specifically put them in the front pocket of my hoody, thinking that the envelope was too big for my front pocket and I didn’t want to lose the tickets.
We’re running a little late, as usual, and I follow Cara through a turn. Once down the street a block or so, I noticed the tickets were gone. Immediately I told her to stay here she was while I backtracked.
I crossed the street at the wrong block, in my panicked attempt to right this wrong and rode 6 blocks slowly, shining my bike light everywhere. I had just gotten dark and I second guessed myself wether or not I would even be able to see the tickets.
I got to a street where I remembered checking my pockets to make sure they were there, so I turned back in defeat. I continued to scour the streets with no luck.
I saw her waiting across the street, a little peeved at this point I imagine and I went to cross the street. Just then I saw the envelope in the turn lane! I franticly picked it up and found no tickets within.
I looked in the vicinity and found one of them! I shouted “I found one!!” and she rushed over to help me find the other.
It was almost 8 pm, and thank god there was an opening band.
We looked and looked and almost got hit by several cars and looked some more. It seemed like an hour. Thoughts started flying through my head. Should I give her this ticket if we don’t find the other? Should I just ditch her and go to the show?
Fortunately for that delicate predicament she found the other ticket on the other side of the street and we were off!
Words can’t describe the amount of relief I felt knowing that we could both go to the show.
Death Cab For Cutie put on a stellar performance that night too.
Or so we thought. The concert felt so much better. It felt like we earned it, which made it that much more enjoyable.
