What a difference eight hours makes...

So remember when I talked about all of that wailing and gnashing of teeth over the fact that I had missed out on Andrew Bird tickets?Yeah, about that...Schuba's released a handful of tickets this afternoon, and after much panicking and frantic clicking on my part, I'm now the proud owner of a ... piece of paper that says my name is on the list.Hey, I'll take what I can get.So I've had a bittersweet parting with my Decemberists ticket (thank you, Craigslist), and I'm well aware that I will probably be crammed in the back of the club behind a bunch of six foot tall skinny hipster dudes, unable to see anything, but that is a-ok.Your intrepid blogger will report back later on her adventure.  Hopefully it will be more than just keymash.