So, Friday night, a night on the town; a Wicked night, a Gershwin night, a 'holy &@*# it's cold!' night.

Everything is going well, got to the train station on time, train gets to NYC on time, I have my Wicked tickets (Wickets?), I have my train tickets, all is well. Walk around the block and grab a cab to go uptown, traffic is surprisingly light for a Friday night, all is well.

I reach for my tickets to see if the cross-street is listed on them, and all of a sudden, all is not well. No tickets...

Begin panic...

Get to the theater, gf recommends I pull up my email on my Droid, the one that has the tickets attached to them, so as I'm pulling that up, she goes to the ticket booth, explaining the situation. The guy asks me if I paid by credit card,which I did, then asks me if I have that card on me, which I do. He swipes it, asks me to verify the address, and prints out another set of tickets.... all is well...

I get to our seats, I take off my heavy leather coat, and what do I find in my sleeves?

Yep...

The tickets.

I must have stuck them there instead of my inside pocket.

All was well. Wicked...