Yes, it’s true. 7:30 p.m., February 19, 2009, at the Durham Performing Arts Center.
OK, OK. I never said we’d be alone. Or even close. But when Tony gazes out over the audience, he’ll see Cats Working straight ahead, in the third row of the Grand Tier.
A girl can dream, can’t she?
God seemed to send a sign through falling gas prices that I’m meant to drive to North Carolina. But Bourdain isn’t a cheap date…
Tickets were $100, $35, and $20. Very reasonable, but why the big spread?
For $100, after An Evening with Anthony Bourdain, there’s an “exclusive” book signing, with books for sale.
Are they kidding?
So I shelled out $35 – but not so fast. Add a $6 “convenience charge.” Then another $3.50 “processing charge.”
To print my ticket at home (recommended) would have been another $2.50.
Other options for receiving the ticket ranged from $1 to $25. Feeling nickel-and-dimed, out of spite I opted for the only “free” delivery – a first-class postage stamp.
Rooms at the swanky Marriott near the DPAC started at $149, and that’s probably where Bourdain will stay, but we won’t be sleeping together. The friend who offered to put me up lives 22 miles out of the way, so I found a nearby Days Inn for only $57.
So now I guess I’ve quantified in cold, hard cash what the man’s worth to me ($101.50 + meals and gas). But when I see him in the flesh, I know he’ll inspire a thought I’ve only had a few times before in my life:
“Wow! I’m actually under the same roof, breathing the SAME AIR as…!”
Those times were for Katharine Hepburn, Rex Harrison, and Yul Brynner.
Rest assured, my faithful Bourdainiacs, if Tony expresses any new thoughts, I’ll be taking notes.