What?

during tonight's hockey, one of Becky's co-workers tells me that her friend just bought 5 VIP tickets to see the Imagination Movers. They're a third rate Monkees rip-off watered down to appeal to Disney ethics. But the shock is each VIP ticket is $118. Sure you get to go backstage and have a "party" with the guys. But that's nearly $600 to party. Her kid is 18 months old. I don't like to burst people's bubble, but your 18 month old isn't going to give a crap about what you took her to see cause she won't be remembering it when she turns 3.

Sure I got excited taking Josie to meet Mr. McFeely from Mister Rogers, but he was free at a library. I'm not burning her college fund for a kiddie show. Although I'd probably pay $120 if Josie could get backstage and party with Lemmy from Motorhead. He'd be impressed by Josie's scream and it'd be cool if I get her to sing "Ace of Spades."

Note that there are regular tickets in the $20 range if you don't want to party backstage.