When I first heard rumors of a Police reunion tour in 2007, I was—at the least—very skeptical.
After all, following the group’s break-up in 1985—amidst legendary tales of creative in-fighting between Stuart Copeland, Andy Summers, and Sting, not to mention bristled replies from all three whenever questions of a possible reunion arose—I figured that train had sailed. So imagine the world’s surprise—and mine—when this spring hell indeed froze over, and an honest-to-God Police reunion tour of North America and Europe was announced.
That word was more than enough for me.
As soon as show dates were listed online, I nabbed a single ticket for the band’s July 6th show at Wrigley Field in Chicago.
Yes, I’ll be going to the concert alone. Why? Don’t I have friends? Yes, I do, but thanks for caring just the same.
However, I didn’t want to risk losing a decent seat while taking time to lobby my pals—most of whom have family budgets—to come along. And secondly, I have no problem going to most events alone. It’s not as if I won’t enjoy myself, as I seem to have a knack for gabbing with strangers around me. Plus, I can tell my friends about the concert the next day while displaying my nifty new Police show-tee at a birthday party we’ll all be at.
Will jealousy ensue? Perhaps, but I won’t care.
They can suck it.
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