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So long as I’ve been following her on Twitter (I made it at least a few posts without bringing the micro-blogger up), Lily Allen has been playing a little game with her fans. Every town she visits, she hides tickets and Tweets cryptic clues to their locations.
I’ve already dreamed in Twitter. The next step was this:
When the British songstress visited Detroit, I tried figuring out the hints, but I didn’t bother searching. My dream changed all that.
I was in a Chinese restaurant downtown near the casinos. What’s funny is I don’t know if there are any Chinese restaurants there, and I certainly don’t eat Chinese (I stick to the basics of pizza and Pop Tarts, thanks).
Anywok, for some reason I was the host of said establishment, and there was a short girl with long black hair blocking her face. She was hanging out in the waiting area, and she kept looking in at me, even though she didn’t have a reservation.
Eventually, I realized that she was looking at my podium, and I headed to the front to see what all the fuss was about. There were two blue tickets taped to the wood grain. They weren’t official looking or anything. It was as if they were made in Print Shop or something.
I peeled them off and Lily Allen rushed toward me, moving the hair from her face. “Congratulations!” she said with her cute accent. And no one in the place budged.
Disappointed with the dining crowd’s reaction, I shouted, “Free computers are hidden all over Greektown!” Everyone leaped to their feet and dispersed, ditching their bills to do so. I was fired on the spot, but it didn’t matter… not the way Lily was looking at me.
“Howzabout we skip me concert and go for a stroll,” she said. And we did.
INGREDIENTS: Too much Twitter… and Jellybean Nerds.