A few months ago my room mate Tom invited me to his wedding, which was taking place in the Vanpoover area. He asked me if I was coming, and I said, To be honest with you, I won’t make a special trip to Vanpoover for it, but if I happen to be there that day I will come.
Then this Manson concert comes up, and I think to myself, wouldn’t it be funny if Tom’s wedding was the nest day? And so I looked up the invitation to see, and sure enough it was! Talk about fate, eh? Of all the days for the Marilyn Manson concert, and for me to fly out to Vanpoover, it would just happen to be the day of Tom’s wedding. But I wound up not going to his wedding.
I still didn’t feel like it.