Last week I found out that the one and only Lady Gaga is coming to Grand Rapids in March! I didn’t even have to think about it, I was so there and I would do whatever it took to get there. Seriously. I mean, she’s like Madonna.
Occasionally Shawn and I have an “in” when it comes to concert tickets because his company has 10 seats to every event at the VanAndel Arena. He found out about Lady Gaga roughly the same time I did and he sent me a text saying, “Do you want to go see The Lady Gaga? Tickets are $175, ha!” Ok, why does he have to call her “The” Lady Gaga? I think he’s just doing it to piss me off. And it’s working. Anyway, I text back saying “YES, I want to go…I’ll sell plasma if I have to!”
Long story shorter, he put in a request for the tickets and according to him, they were as good as mine. Well, as good as mine and Stephanie’s. But then, two days later he tells me we didn’t get them! Wha wha what? This was devastating. I had already told everybody (and I mean everybody) that I was going.
Shawn hates Lady Gaga, so I figured he could care less whether I got the tickets or not. But, I was wrong. That night he told me he found a presale code, so we could get the tickets for sure before they even went on sale! Fist bump!! But, we found there to be one snafu. You had to buy the tickets with a credit card, specifically a Citi-Bank card. We don’t have credit cards. Well, we do, but we don’t. Shawn wanted to put them in a block of ice when we stopped using them, but instead I sealed them up tightly in an envelope and put the envelope in my underwear drawer.
Picture this: There I was at the computer with my fabulous tickets in my virtual Ticketmaster cart, typing in all my information when I told Shawn to go retrieve the credit card. I don’t know if you’ve ever bought tickets online before, but there is a little clock just tick-tick-ticking away in the corner. When that clock is up, the tickets are gone and you have to start all over again. It’s very sad.
Me: “Are you coming with the card? I’m running out of time!”
Shawn: “Yes! I have it!”
(I think it took him a long time because he was excited to be in my underwear drawer.)
So, I type in the information and hit “purchase.” Invalid card.
Me: “What the? Why won’t it work?”
Shawn: “Shit, it’s expired!”
Me: “Find another one! The clock is ticking!”
Shawn: “I think there’s one downstairs in the cabinet that fell off the wall.”
Me: “Great. Good luck finding that one.”
(Shawn runs downstairs and comes back up waving another card.)
Me: “Thank you baby Jesus! Oh no, we’re running out of time!”
Again, I type in the information. Invalid card. Tick Tock, times up.
Me: “Why???!!!” (in a Nancy Kerrigan tone like when she got clubbed in the knee)
Shawn: “Oh, that one’s expired too.”
Me: “I’m never going to get them!!”
Shawn: “Hold on, I think there might be one more in the cabinet.”
Success! There was a card, and it wasn’t expired! Again, I type in everything, and the clock starts ticking. Invalid Card.
Me: “What the hell is wrong now?”
Shawn then calls the 1-800 number on the back, and I hear the guy on the other end say “Sir, we sent you this card over 3 months ago, why are you just now activating it?”
Me: “Tell him, Hello!! We didn’t know Lady Gaga was going to be coming to town! Hang up the phone, time is ticking!”
So, Shawn hangs up. The sale finally goes through, and all is right in the world. This makes me feel very good, but I felt even better when I opened my mailbox today to find these:
Now I just have to find a safe place to keep them until March. Hmm…underwear drawer or freezer?
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