*sigh*
It's the eve of the first day of March. Something is amiss...there should be bunches of tickets pinned to my 'fridge with magnets...train tickets down to NYC, and some for the T up to Boston...golden tickets to see the boys at Roseland, or the Orpheum, perhaps a pass that promises the possibility of an aftershow meeting...
It's been an awfully sucky Winter - I will surely miss the release that only a Pogues show can bring.

