The Broadway Across America gods must be crazy.

I thought my plan to purchase five tickets to a Sunday evening performance of Forbidden Broadway was not going to come to fruition. I hadn't spoken to Anthony since Tuesday.

And then, the phone rang.

It was James, telling me that he was filling in for Anthony today and he had my tickets.

I was thrilled, and I asked James to give me the seat information.

And that's when we realized Anthony told James I would need four tickets.

The thing is: I need five tickets.

James told me that he could get me a fifth ticket, but it wouldn't be at a discount and it would be eight rows behind the other seats. He was very patient when I told him I would have to make a couple of phone calls and get back to him. When I did, I told him I still needed the five tickets. He said he'd have to get in touch with the Miami people again. Unfortunately, they were running around in preparation for tonight's performance. He promised to get back to me as soon as he heard back from them.

That was nearly six hours ago.

I still have no tickets. I e-mailed James, just to remind him that I needed five tickets, and told him I'd be forever thankful if he came through for me.

I guess I'll know by Sunday night if he did.