Hoorah!

So, we managed to get not-so-great tickets to the first July Police show in Toronto when they went on sale, but were hoping that they might announce another show so we could try for better seats. (Well, there was a second July show announced, but when we found out about it, a mere two hours after it went on sale, it was already sold out.)

Today, tickets for a third show in November went on sale, so armed with our trusty Best Buy codes, the sweetie did battle with ticketmaster's website, and emerged with freaking awesome seats. Very, very cool.

I'm sooo not going to think about what I'm spending to see them, but totally jazzed I'll be seeing them twice in one year. (I just hope they manage not to kill each other before November.)

So, Apparently I've Got A Rep

The Sweetie frequents The Beguiling, the coolest comic store in Toronto. One of the guys who works there, Chris, is both gay and wise in the ways of yaoi manga, so he's always reccing stuff to the Sweetie that he thinks I might like. (Pete, the owner of the store, doesn't get the whole yaoi/homoerotica thing, but he's also a willing enabler.)

A couple of weeks ago, the Sweetie's in the store and Chris has a new rec for me...

Chris: Hey, I think your wife might like this manga, Antique Bakery.
Sweetie: Oh yeah?
Chris: Yeah. It's not as dirty as most of the stuff she likes, but it's better written.

Let's stop and contemplate the fact that the gay comic dude thinks I'm dirty. (Am I proud or ashamed? I have no idea.) Not to mention the fact that he doesn't think much of the writing in the ones I do like.

So, next time I'm in the store, I flip through Antique Bakery and it's not my thing. Three guys running a bakery and nary a gun or a sword in sight. (I may or may not like my yaoi "dirty" but I definitely like it with violence and mayhem involved.)

Tonight, the Sweetie makes his weekly trip back to the store. Both Chris and Pete are there...

Chris: So, did your wife check out Antique Bakery?
Sweetie: Yeah. She doesn't think it's quite her thing.
Pete (Yelling from the back of the store): I told you. It's not dirty enough!

Okay, so now the straight guy and the gay guy think I'm dirty. Plus, the Sweetie was laughing so hard he failed to defend my honour and inform them that it was not the lack of said dirt but the lack of swords and guns that failed to float my boat.

Good thing I'm not easily embarrassed or I'd never show my face in the store again.