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Avenue Q

As I said earlier, Avenue Q is coming to Melbourne in June 2009.

I have access to pre-sale tickets for the initial block, and the pre-sale ends Sunday night, so if you want to come along, you had best tell me now.

Here is the available shows, and A Reserve/B Reserve pricing.

Sun 07 Jun 2009 3:00PM $80/$70
Sun 07 Jun 2009 7:30PM $80/$70
Tue 09 Jun 2009 7:00PM $65/$55
Wed 10 Jun 2009 8:00PM $80/$70
Thu 11 Jun 2009 8:00PM $80/$70
Fri 12 Jun 2009 8:00PM $85/$75
Sat 13 Jun 2009 2:00PM $80/$70
Sat 13 Jun 2009 8:00PM $85/$75
Sun 14 Jun 2009 3:00PM $80/$70
Sun 14 Jun 2009 7:30PM $80/$70
Tue 16 Jun 2009 7:00PM $65/$55
Wed 17 Jun 2009 8:00PM $80/$70
Thu 18 Jun 2009 8:00PM $80/$70
Fri 19 Jun 2009 8:00PM $85/$75
Sat 20 Jun 2009 2:00PM $80/$70
Sat 20 Jun 2009 8:00PM $85/$75
Sun 21 Jun 2009 3:00PM $80/$70
Sun 21 Jun 2009 7:30PM $80/$70

These are all at the Comedy Theatre on Exhibition Street in the city.

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tresskitten
Nov. 6th, 2008 07:17 am (UTC)
Can you grab 4 tickets for that date then for me pleeeease? Just tell me when you need monies and I shall pay asap. I love you forever and will send many attractive young men your way.
halloranelder
Nov. 6th, 2008 09:53 am (UTC)
Prefer before Sunday if possible, makes the payment of them easier. Will accept afterwards as well, so don't panic if you can't do it straight away.
tresskitten
Nov. 7th, 2008 11:24 am (UTC)
I will force parental figure to pay up. If you could send me your bank details and how much it will cost to my email that would be splendiforous! Do you have my email?

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