By all accounts, the Springsteen concert was amazing. The crowd in San Jose was much like the one Friday night in Sacramento. Let's face it, nothing can go wrong when Springsteen plays.
Unlike in Sacramento, I had seats for the San Jose show. Decent seats, although I probably would have preferred to be standing in the pit. Pete says I'm spoiled for all future shows because of my front row center placement in October in Oakland. But I can just close my eyes while Springsteen plays, and I am as close as I need to be.
I can't say enough about Springsteen. Two concerts in one weekend, two venues, two different sets of thousands of adoring fans. It doesn't get much better than that.
Only there's this thing.
I hate to admit it.
I hate to open myself up for the vast ridicule that I deserve.
But I'll 'fess up.
I'll 'fess up right now.
I thought the show was on Sunday. When I went to print my tickets Sunday afternoon, there was a problem printing them. I was ticked. I was on hold with Ticketmaster. And when the automated phone voice indicated I had tickets for Saturday, April 5, my head started spinning.
Yeah, I missed it. I had it on my calendar as Sunday. I never checked since purchasing them. I do not deserve to adore Springsteen. I am stupid. I am mortified. I am saddened. I'm a freakin' idiot of monumental magnitude. Go on, say it. You can't be any harder on me than I am on myself.