Amazing. Before proceeding, please read the first line several times. Amazing, I can't say it enough. I am referring to my day yesterday, my trip to Dublin. We laughed, we cried, and we even made a few friends along the way. But let me take a step backwards. Upon discovering that Sufjan Stevens was playing a show in Dublin, and that the show was sold out, I thought "I simply must go to Dublin and try to get tickets." So, I took a bus, with my friend Indya, down south in the early afternoon. We wandered the streets for a little while, got a bite to eat, but when the time of the concert was nearing we made our way over to the Olympia Theatre. We saw many people looking for tickets, which was a little discouraging, but we persevered none the less. I noticed that one fellow beside me had a sign stating "Want 1 Ticket." So I approached him and inquired if he would see it as rude if I stole his idea, we laughed about it and soon were chatting it up. On the sign that I made was written "All the way from Canada looking for 2 tickets." My friend with the original sign had a buddy that was looking for a ticket as well, in all there was four of us. On one of my saunters down the line of people waiting with anticipation for the show, a kind stranger pointed out where he thought someone was selling tickets. I investigated to no avail, but on my way back, I saw the back of someone's head that looked quite familiar. So I mustered up all the stealth my body could hold and crept down an ally to get a good view of this head's face and sure enough, it was Sufjan Stevens. I ran back to my newly made friends and they each had a look and it was decided without a doubt that it was mr. Stevens. We waited a little awkwardly outside of the restaurant to get a word and possibly a polaroid of Sufjan, still with our signs in hand. Suddenly a man approached us, he asked us if we needed 4 tickets, and we excitedly said that we did. This was our man. He had four tickets and he sold them to us for what they were worth! So we paid him, and our little group had a way in. We still did not leave the front the restaurant, and most of our conversation after this point consisted of excited yelps and giggles of joy. Soon, Sufjan and his group looked as if they were leaving the restaurant, so I warmed up the flash on my polaroid camera. From here I will continue with dialogue. AK: Excuse me, Sufjan? Sufjan Stevens? SS: (Unaware of my cries) (At this point Indya grabbed his attention) AK: Hi, could I get a picture? SS: Yeah, sure, you want me to take a picture? AK: (Giggle like a school girl) SS: (Posing for the camera) Look good! 
(This is a picture of the Polaroid, I don't have access to a scanner) AK: Thanks so much. I just want to say, you probably get this a lot but, I myself am a musician and I find your music very inspiring, you probably get that a lot, but... SS: No, I don't... What's your name? AK: I'm Adam! It was so good to meet you. (Shake hands) Soon after, we entered the venue. I saw an Austrian man who I had a briefly spoken with before the show that had also been looking for a ticket (not included in the group of four). "So, you got in!" I said to him with excitement, still feeling the nerves of talking to Sufjan. He then told me that the doorman let him in for free! He also mentioned that he got into another show for free the night before. "You're a lucky man," I told him. (Mother, if you're reading this, refrain from reading the next line) He then offered to buy me a drink! How could I refuse? (Nonalcoholic, mother! I told you not to read that line!) So that's pretty much it; my trip to Dublin. Matthias (the Austrian man) and I ended up chatting away, and by the end of the night, he gave me his email address, in case I am ever in Vienna. Indya and I took the bus home that night and got back really late, but that was only part of the adventure. And that's why my trip to Dublin was amazing... | 
