In my twenties, I lined up for things like concerts, movies, free tickets to the Kennedy Center's Sing-a-Long Messiah, obscure Washington tours, etc. I endured dark, cold, long lines, crowds, and ridiculous crowd management.
Something must have happened when I crossed the threshold into "thirtysomething." I found myself dragging the girls out at oh-dark-thirty to stand in line so Woodstock and I could get stuck by a needle. Except, well, the entire known universe also came and by 7 a.m. there were 3,000 people and a line 6 blocks long for 1,700-2,500 shots.
I took Woodstock and Pebbles out to breakfast instead.
Please don't cough on us.
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