It’s noon Saturday, and tickets to the E Street Band’s Summer/Fall tour are imminently going on sale. I’m sitting in bed, laptop propped up, Ticketmaster loaded, mouse finger twitching, waiting for the stroke of 12. My wife, Olivia, brings in the twins (who turned seven months today) to play on the bed. M is still slithering, but J is undoubtedly crawling. And curious.
The clock ticks over to noon, and I’m reloading pages. Instead of the 25 shows that Springsteen played in the New York Area last time, he’s doing just two, so feel a degree of urgency. Against the odds, the Ticketmaster ordering page loads. I quickly punch in the information it wants, and click Order Tickets. I’m going to Jersey, I think, when, the computer beeps and the previous page loads.
Whaaa? J has crawled over and in an excess of enthusiams for mimicing his Dad, stumbled on the key combination for Back. I gently (really!) shoo him away, and reload. The Order Ticket pages comes up again, and I’m about to click Order when this time the screen goes black. J has somehow put the laptop into sleep mode — a neat trick because I myself don’t know the key combination to do that.
I know when I’m beat.
