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Avenue Q (part the third)

Current plan for the group is Tuesday the 16th of June, A Reserve tickets, so $65 each. rantinan, I can do your tickets as well for the week before.

I am trying to not spend too much at the moment, so if you want to come along, please get the money to me as soon as possible, preferably before when I buy the tickets.

I will be doing a locked post straight after this with my bank details in it if you wish to transfer the money straight across.

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rantinan
Nov. 6th, 2008 05:10 am (UTC)
Woot! will sends you cash when i gets home to a computer i can trusts.
greenglowgrrl
Nov. 6th, 2008 07:04 am (UTC)
Mystery of the Locked Post solved by reading further down the flist. :)
towkarn
Nov. 7th, 2008 09:56 pm (UTC)
Could you please also reserve a ticket for my boyfriend, Andrew? Same date as mine, of course :P

I shall sort out some more details and get money to you! They're still $65 I'm assuming?
halloranelder
Nov. 8th, 2008 12:06 am (UTC)
Yes they are.
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