We were in the dark about getting Jack Johnson tickets until the morning of the concert. My husband got a text from a Dos Pueblos math teacher friend (she taught with Jack Johnson’s wife). “Nice article in the Independent. Did you ever get Jack Johnson tickets? Let me see what I can do.”
“Absolutely!” By the afternoon, text messages were rolling in. “We got tickets!” “Us too!” My Jack Johnson Ticket Sangha (whom we had bonded with in line) all made the cut! We planned to reunite at 7 p.m. on the steps of the Lobero Theatre. It was a blustery night for the historic event celebrating the Lobero’s 150th birthday, and we huddled together, watching the Santa Barbara locals arriving.
Good People
The owner of Dylan Star clothing boutique (in the Funk Zone) bumped into me. “I love seeing our dresses out on the town.” The usher led us to our seats — nestled behind our kids’ dentist and in front of the parents of Zach Gill (who is from Goleta). I turned around to see friends from my Marymount days (now Riviera Ridge), parents I recognized from play dates with my kids at the park, and a friend I hadn’t seen in 20 years who flew in from Jamaica just for the show.
