New York BFF

I don't know Dona at all. But on Sunday we became BFFs (Best Friends Forever).

I had known of her online by her name "anod" and when she introduced herself to me on Saturday night -- it was like meeting an old friend -- but not really. I knew of "anod" but not Dona, the blessedly single professional woman from CT who her colleagues talk about on Facebook.

Dona offered me a free ticket to Sunday's show of American Idol: the best seats she had on the second row. Though I told her I would tell her of my decision later that evening -- I eventually accepted. You can't argue with free, specially free friends.

I don't know Gloria at all. But on Wednesday we became BFFs.

She wrote me a message via Twitter on Wednesday morning: "I have a ticket for you." I messaged her back to call me, and then she confirmed: "I tried to sell and even look for someone to give this ticket to, but I could not find anyone." And so she offered it to me.

Trained by Dona to accept the kindness of strangers last Sunday -- I accepted even better seats: first row.

I don't know Carrie or Brenda at all. But from Saturday to Wednesday, we became BFFs.

They both e-mailed, faxed and made phone calls to get me after the concert backstage passes to meet the stars on the show. After a series of updates via e-mail, and lured by Gloria to go the concert that morning, on Wednesday night I picked up a pair of passes at the Will Call.

But I am banned from going backstage.

So on Wednesday, I gave the passes to Noelle and Victoria. And then I became their new BFF.