You head to the area where future yous are talking and move around munching on pickled radish slices with some truly bizarre toppings (you suspect Psyllium berries are a future thing, and you're very sure telepathic apples aren't real in your time despite the haunting voice of the apples insisting they were first grown by the CIA in the 1950s). You find a group of future yous talking about the great parties of yous' lives and ask them about the show tonight. They look at you like only a you could, and all agree: Do Not Go To The Red, Her Rings Show Tonight. Wow, ok, calm down, geez. You ask why but they all agree that telling you more would cause a paradox. Fine, you can take a hint. This is a nice little event and you find yourselves pleasant companions, so you decide to trust the future yous and skip the show, because frankly if you can't trust yourselves whom can you trust?