If the tickets were free, I still would not go.
Me either.
As I approached the pub, the streets were icy and snowdrifts lined the sidewalks. People were bundled up but mostly friendly. But it was toasty warm inside. I ordered a beer and then a burger and fries. Then some more beer. Like most bars these days, there were flat screen TVs showing taped sporting events that nobody was paying attention to. The usual Journey and Five For Fighting songs played over the stereo system. It was fairly busy that night and bartenders/waitstaff were moving at a rapid clip with a lot of plates clattering and glasses clinking.
Afterwards, I paid my tab, wrapped a scarf around my neck, buttoned up my wool coat, put on my hat and gloves and plunged into the icy darkness of a cold and blustery Buffalo night.
ditto!!
If they pay me $500, I’ll take a ticket and toss it and take the wife out for a very nice dinner...