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So, Waltz, how was the Meat Loaf concert?

I wouldn't know. You know why? Because they fracking POSTPONED it!

We drove our butts all the way up from VA Beach - a journey that is about three hours out of our way - only to find the venue posted with, "POSTPONED until 4/16/07" signs.

D'oh!

So we turned around and headed home.

About an hour south of DC, the realization hit me like a sucker punch: what if the signs were a sick, twisted, April Fool's joke? It's exactly the kind of thing I would do: elaborate, insane and making a lot of people waste a lot of money.

And boy, did I feel like a moron. Why didn't I check into it more closely, verify that it was indeed cancelled, and that some of the NSA agents posing as homeless people who were "sleeping" all around the venue weren't getting a massive belly laugh out of the whole thing? "Ha, ha," I'd've said. "Very fucking funny. Why don't you go protect this country from its citizens and let me enjoy this concert?"

Well, this brewed in my head most of the way home, when I wasn't trying in vain to convince Kirstin that Meat Loaf has redeeming features.

Fortunately, when I got home, there was a phone message and an email from Ticketmaster confirming that yes, Meat Loaf was indeed ill, and not having us all on. The phone message, of course, could have been faked, but the email address checked out.

I hate April Fool's Day.