Ticket - 12 lv.
Double Finlandia - 6 lv. ( half the price most clubs usually charge)
CD - 15 lv.
T-shirt - 20 lv.
Discussing why even people who hate you think they can rely on you if they need to - priceless.
Watching the band play table football - priceless.
Pretending to ignore the looks girls throw at you - priceless.
Kicking and screaming - priceless.
Shouting ‘I’m a barbarian’ - priceless.
Forgetting about the little princess who’s absolutely sure about every thought that passes her head until she has a moment of silence to think about everything (until you remember the game you played some months ago while some friends were listening and realizing the probability to ever experience something like this again is almost nil) - priceless.
Hearing hours after the concert something like ‘I haven’t heard Jane for months’ costs a lot because you both realize a little girl is growing up and she’ll probably be miserable from now on.
Not to mention the ‘I decided to become like you when I grow up so I’ll isolate myself from all the idiots.’
And ‘Did I mention I’m in love?’ ‘Is he a nice guy?’ ‘No, he’s a total jerk and he doesn’t care about anything else but him at all.’
Finally, deciding to delete a blog post as soon as I get home because we’re not close enough with some of my friends but after giving it a second thought realizing I prefer them to know everything because I’m sure they care about me - definitely priceless.
P.S. The temptation to delete my previous post is still strong but everybody knows my feelings about her anyway so there’s no point in doing this. Right?
