Golden Circle Tickets

Back when I lived in L.A., and was married, and did things for women… whoa, I’m really dating myself here… Well anyway, my ex and I moved back to Oakland about — er — maybe 7 years ago. Amir is a super cool fella, and I told him that my ex-wife’s birfday was a-​coming, and she has a big thing for Mr. Vegas Cheeze, Neil Diamond. I’ve always liked his stuff, but not to the point of spending, say, over $ 100 for a ticket to see him live.
Well, I spent the cash… 10^th row seats in San Jose, home of Humvies, fake boobies, and ruff boyz with No Fear stickerz. (Yes, it sounds like L.A., but it’s actually San Jose — just think L.A. without any of the nice stuff like ocean, hills, and culture) Anyway, the seats were not cheap — but I know they were waaaay more $ elsewhere — shoot, I checked, fool! It turned out that there are these amazingly-​freaking older women who follow Mr. Diamond everywhere, and we were all around them — what a blast! Dude, I gotta say, when the show opened with «America», wow — I still get all goose-​pimply now. More than once, Neil’s personal body sweatishness flung onto me, as he danced, rumbled and flipped graciously around that stage… oh, such a delicious treat!
Needless to say, the marriage didn’t last, but I still have such fond memories of that show, and the great tickets that Amir got me. Thanks to Golden Circle — good times never seemed so good!