Final bow: the Izod
It's amazing how things turn out when you least expect it. Hartford was supposed to be my last show.. until i went to work on monday and in a state of total depression sent a text to my friend Jeanette asking if she was going to Tuesdays show... of course.... why? do you need a ticket? give me 5 minutes...and just like that, i had a 12 row that turned into a 3rd row seat for the next night...at cost. and by the end of Tuesday night, i had secured a 5th row ticket for the Wednesday night show. Jeanette, I'm forever grateful!