In which I almost went to a Death Cab concert

Gary at work is into indie music. He mentioned that Death Cab for Cutie was playing at Thanksgiving Point a couple months ago, with Rogue Wave opening. (Gary was more interested in Rogue Wave.) This happened to be when Ben was in the throes of excitement about our party and toy fund, so he immediately got tickets for the company.

The concert was supposed to start at 5, so Gary and Nicole got in line at 4:30 and Ryan, Travis, and I joined him by 4:45 with our wives. The line was not moving. "Maybe 5:00 is when they open the gate." 5:00 came and went. At 5:30 some people in a golf cart drove by shouting that "because of the rain" they would open the gate at 6:00. This darkened the mood of our group a bit because anyone with an IQ over 60 could have told you that it was going to be a wet day any time this morning. In other words they had all day to plan for it and take the steps that apparently only occurred to them when they were supposed to actually start.

6:00 came and went.

About 6:30 I proposed to Rachel that if we weren't making material progress by 7:00 we cut our losses and do something else with our remaining babysitter time. (We had scheduled Karissa til 8:30. 3 hours of concert = plenty, right?) At 6:45 they finally started letting people in... very, very slowly. It was clear that by 7 our odds of actually being inside were poor, so we bailed. We stopped at the ticket office to get F50's money back, or failing that, at least give them a piece of our minds, but they had closed at 6. Wimps.

We ended up having dinner at the Harvest restaurant right there in Thanksgiving Point. Harvest is one of the best Utah restaurants for the $20-a-plate price range, but for some reason underappreciated. (Possibly because Lehi is in the middle of nowhere, population-wise. If I had to guess I'd say most successful restaurants in that price range are either in Provo/Orem or Salt Lake. And then there's Park City, but $20 would be very low end there.) Rachel had the ribeye. ("Baby wants steak.") I had the tomato soup, because my gut was a little mad at me for eating a bunch of Doritos and chasing it with hot chocolate while standing in line. Getting old, I tell you.

At 7:45 Jeremy texted me that the opening number was starting.