I'm beyond your peripheral vision, so you might wanna turn your head

I made an executive decision, Cindy says. We're going to see Ani Difranco at Carnegie Hall. I bought tickets.

Not many people can get away with executive decisions about my social activities, but aside from her horrible song selections when we Co-DJ'd at our college radio station, she makes pretty good choices. If Ani plays all of her new crap, though, Cindy's going down.

I saw Ani at the Palace Theater in Albany, when she was on tour for Little Plastic Castle. I was more excited about that show then I had ever been about a show, because I was actually going to hang out with Ani afterward. I was working for a Giant Evil Media Distribution Conglomerate at the time, and was friendly with the Righteous Babe Records guys. They scored us 5th row seats and invited us out to LuLu's, Ani's favorite wine bar in Albany, after the show. Since I basically worshipped her at the time, I was pretty psyched.

Are you going to hook up with Ani DiFranco? my boyfriend at the time nervously asked as I headed out the door. I assured him that no, I would not be spending the night with Ani (while secretly hoping I would be) and left.

The show rocked, and we found the Righteous Babe dudes after. They regretted to inform us that some crazy stalker fan had made death threats against Ani following her engagement announcement, and that her road manager wouldn't let her go out on the town, nor would they let strangers come back to the hotel. I was horribly disappointed. My boyfriend was ecstatic.