Morrissey was coming to town and I didn’t have a ticket. I was glum. And then Morrissey announced a last minute, super intimate show at Henry Fonda Music Box, a venue that is literally around the corner from my apartment. Sadly, they were selling tickets first-come, first-served, cash only, at the box office in the middle of a working day. I was super glum.

And then Marissa came home last night and knowing how I hate a Christmas surprise spoiled, asked “I’m going to ask you a question about your Christmas present and it won’t give anything away. Is that all right?”

I nodded.

“How would you like to go to the Morrissey show tomorrow night?”

I stared at her.

“Because we’re going.”

I continued staring at her.

“We’re going to Morrissey tomorrow night. I bought tickets. We are going. To Morrissey.” 

Still I stared.

“To Morrissey. I bought tickets.”

And then jubilation broke out.