i think i might have sold my soul to camel
daniel's performance at the gypsy tearoom on friday was wonderful! not too many folks were there, but those of us who were there had a marvelous time. although i'm totally not a smoker, occasionally i indulge. and friday night was one of those nights. the camel dude saw me and came over and asked if i wanted a free pack of smokes.... sure! i'll pass them to my pal carissa, i thought.
so he asks for my ID. uh, ok, i think. he manually types in the info and then runs the magnetic strip through his hand-held machine. he takes a night-vision photograph of it and asks a series of questions about what my favorite brand is (i don't have one) and how often i buy cigarettes (never). then when i start to ask him what this info is for, he just shrugs and says they'll send me 'coupons and stuff.' so finally, after i've traded all but my social security number and shoe size, he offers me my choices for my free pack. awesome, so i got my free pack for my pal carissa. then he asks me if i've ever heard of spoon. duh, i say, and he passes me a couple of free tickets.
(picture by carissa) score! worth it to trade all my info? no, probably not. i'll most likely never qualify for insurance again. or something equally sinister. but i'm destined to have a rad time thursday night!
{8.10 addendum: no babysitter = no spoon. bummer.}
