The Springsteen concert for Sunrise, FL was postponed until tonight.  I can barely contain my excitement.  I'm SO ready for Bruuuuucccceee.

Dogsitter arranged to spend the night with Nat and Pyxi.  Check!

Suitcase packed.  Check!

Hotel booked.  Check!

Driving directions.  Check!

Tickets.  Check, check, check, check, check, check, check . . .  You get the idea.

Even though I know darned well that I placed the tickets into my handbag, safe in the zippered compartment, I cannot stop myself from compulsively checking just to make sure.

What do I think could happen in the space of ten minutes?  They magically jumped out and returned to the kitchen counter?  Someone snuck into my closet-sized office, while I'm sitting here, and stole them?  I hallucinated and never actually put them in my handbag?

This is ridiculous.  The tickets are in my bag.  I know it.  I know it even as I unzip the bag to take one more look.

I am not obsessive-compulsive about anything else in my life except for tickets.  When I'm going off on a trip, I usually check multiple times that I remembered my flight information/e-tickets, too, but I've never been as bad as I am today with the Bruce tix.

Driving to work I wondered what possible reason sparked this need to check, re-check, and then check again.  I thought, "It's not like you've ever forgotten or lost tickets for a concert in the past."

Just a minute ago, I remembered something that happened back in the mid-80s.  As part of an annual subscription, I had tickets to see Mikhail Baryshnikov and American Ballet Theater perform at Lincoln Center.  Baryshnikov was dancing The Sinatra Suite, choreographed by Twyla Tharpe.  The evening was my gift to my mother.  We got to New York and I realized that I'd grabbed the wrong set of tickets. 

Sheer, gut-twisting, perspiration-flooding, heart palpitating panic.

Thankfully, since I was a season subscriber they had records at the box office and let me in -- but that was lucky.

I can't imagine the same thing happening if I got to the concert venue tonight (Three hours from home) and said, "Uh, we really do have tickets, but I forgot them in the Keys."

Whew.  Thank God, that won't happen because I Have the Tickets.  They're right there in my handbag.  Really.

Hmm.  Maybe I better look just to make sure.

Does anything effect any of you like this?

:) Do you have the right bag? Of course you do, you see the tickets right. Maybe you should leave a little bit of the ticket sticking out. Give a quick visual check!! Check!

I'm painfully aware of that feeling. Whenever I trael I check for my passport and tickets about every 10 minutes even though I know for certain that i have them packed.