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You see, the story goes like this...

Two years ago I had two tickets to see Dave. One for me and one for a nice young man. That nice young man broke up with me the day before the concert. Don't hate him...everything worked out just fine. It did leave me with a ticket to spare. I took my friend Susie. I gave her the ticket...no charge. I was happy she could go at the last minute and that she was willing to spend the evening with my sulking-self.

When tickets went on sale this year I decided to spend my summer concert budget elsewhere. Remember this? I knew he'd be excited and it was too perfect an opportunity to pass up. And it was.

So today is the day of the Dave concert. And I'm okay with it. I got up this morning without my usual sense of excitement and anticipation. I had no plans to meet up with my other Dave groupies for dinner before the show like we've done so many times before. No carpooling from the 7-Eleven to avoid the parking lot crowd. No talk of what song we think he'll open with or if he'll bring out a song from the archives. We're sick...we know...we're not sorry.

My friend Susie just called. Her date can't make it..."would you like to go? No charge...you took me and now I'll take you," she says.

I'm goin' to Dave baby!!!

And that excitement and anticipation is back. She's picking me up and we're meeting friends for dinner. We've already talked about what song we think he'll open with. We're getting seat numbers of all our other Dave groupies so we know where to find everyone else. We're sick...we know...we're not sorry!

So Happy Dave Day to Me!