Would If I Could

So last night I charmed Martin Streek, with a little help from my boots, and now I find myself in possession of two tickets to the CASBYs, which is great, but I have a problem.

The boy I like lives in San Francisco. My best friend lives in Bermuda. Most of my friends in Toronto are married now or engaged or something, so I'm told. Or they're not speaking to me. Or both. The friends who don't already fall into one or more of these categories have musical tastes that run to places I run away from.

I could invite Nate, I suppose. I'm sure he knows who Melissa Auf Der Maur is, and though he's married, his wife isn't remotely interested in new music and doesn't mind if he goes out without her from time to time.

That, and he's my cousin.

But he lives in St. Catharines, and the CASBYs are on a school night.

If I'd won four tickets I'd invite my karaoke buddies, but how can I choose only one? Even if I eliminate the one who has a girlfriend, on the grounds that she might not approve of him coming out to play with me sans karaoke, that still leaves me with two boys, one ticket.

Do you want to go to the CASBYs with me? I have twelve days to choose.

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