A little while back I wrote about the odd, frequent occurrence that happens to me when I’m juuuuust getting into a band—and they’ve come and gone, just having played DC. It’s happened too frequently to be believed, unfortunately.
But not so this time as I’m quickly warming up to Philly’s Drink Up Buttercup—and they’re here next week. And we’ve got a pair of tickets for one of you to snatch up.
But seeing how the fates have been unkind to me in the past, we’re going to go easy on you. The loudest voice in the comments to this post who makes their case to attend the show gets the tickets. No puzzles to solve, thesis to write, or pranks to perform.
Just get at us—with contact info!—before noon on Monday (3/1) and we’ll hook up the most eager among you. It’s that simple. Fates be damned.
