“Yes, dear?”

“I have some dates for The Rosenbergs. You wanna fool around?”

“Feelin’ a bit frisky, eh? I’ll get the whipped cream.”

“And I’ll get the schedules for Fear Factory and Youssou N’ Dour. Don’t forget the strawberries.”

“Oh, I won’t. They’re in the fridge, right next to that charity date featuring The Red Hot Chili Peppers and Neil Young.”

“Do we have enough sandpaper? You know how we always seem to run out.”

“Not to worry. I stopped at the hardware store on the way home. I also picked up a couple plungers.”


“You know, for when we get to Blue Rodeo and Murali Coryell.”

“Ooohhh. You know what I like.”

“I aim to please. But what about the Southern Culture On The Skids schedule?”

“Picked up the new dates today. Along with a new extension cord.”

“A new extension cord? Oh, that’s right. I completely forgot about what happened last time. Good thinking. You wanna plug in the floor buffer?”

“Way ahead of you. I also have the new schedule for Lionel Richie.”

“And I’ve got Thursday night’s leftover haggis. We’ve never done it with that before.”

“Aren’t you the wicked one? Here, let me get those dates for Judas Priest, The Orb and… oh, oh.”

“What’s the matter.”

“I forgot the Dianne Reeves schedule.”

“Oh, no. And I was so looking forward to it. That and the porcupine quills.”

“Gee, I’m sorry, honey.”

“Well, there goes the mood. What do you want to do now?”

“I don’t know. Well, we do have that DVD of Battlefield Earth.”

“I’ll make the popcorn.”