I have said it before, and I will say it again. I don't know WHY I do, but I am a celebrity addict. Why, just this morning, I saw that my BFF Michael Phelps (he did send me a birthday card, thanks to my sister!) started following me on Twitter, and I almost passed out.
So recently I heard that Elton John was coming to my area for a concert. I know that a lot of people think I'm a total dork for liking Elton, but I do. I know a lot of his songs, and thought it would be fun to go to his concert. Tickets were going on sale Saturday morning at 10:00, so I had to be ready.
I set my alarm so I wouldn't oversleep (shut up, I'm not a morning person, ok??). As the time drew near, I sat up in my bed, laptop at the ready, phone in my hand. I was going to try and purchase them online, but would use the phone as a backup.
10:00 came, and I was on it! I excitedly went to the website, only to be put into a stupid lottery! How is that fair?! I mean, it's not fair, because I want a ticket and I want it now, thank you very much! So I dialed the number. Busy. Curses!
So, I redialed. Busy. Dang it!!
So, I redialed. Busy. WHAT THE.......
I then sent this email to my sister at 10:03 a.m: "not looking good so far"
She then received an email from me, stating "9 minutes later, no tickets."
At 10:18, "18 minutes, no tickets"
Did I mention that this entire time, I am holding the phone, hitting redial over and over and over, and being greeted by a busy signal? Stupid lottery!
At 10:35, I began to lose steam. I was beginning to feel hopeless. How could I not get tickets? I mean, I set my alarm, doesn't that count for anything? It should! Who cares that people camped out? I woke up before 10 a.m. and was working hard trying to get those tickets. Granted, I was working hard in my bed, in my pajamas, and my hair had a special Eiffel Tower style to it. But still.
At 10:49, I sent her an email that said "49 minutes, and my fingers are beginning to cramp." I was feeling really sorry for myself. I pondered giving up, but I couldn't do that. I'd already invested this much time trying to get a ticket! At this point, my competitive streak kicked in. I would get a ticket. Two tickets, actually. No matter what!!!! I would DO IT! My cell phone kept ringing, and I kept getting texts, but I ignored them. I needed both hands.
So, I obsessively redialed, and redialed, and redialed. About 70 minutes into my quest, the phone was no longer busy. I was put on hold. I've never been so happy to be put on hold in my life! I sat up straighter in my bed. A renewed sense of victory came over me.
They will be mine. Oh yes, they will be mine.
At 11:20 a.m., a full 100 minutes after my quest began, I was connected with a customer service representative. At this point, the mania took over me. I squealed into the phone "I'm calling to get Elton John tickets, please tell me that you aren't out!!!!!!!!!" Yes, I think I really used that many exclamation points. She laughed and told me that there were still tickets.
I was in the process of getting mid-range price tickets, when she suddenly put me on hold. She came back and told me that they were all out. I gasped. My body twitched. I would not be beaten! I asked her what she had left. All they had left were the expensive seats.
I screamed into the phone "I'll take them!"
I gave her my credit card information, and was floating on air to think that I'd be so close to a British legend! Sir Elton! WOW! She told me that my purchase went through, and that the tickets would be mailed to me. I thanked her as if she'd just rescued me from the depths of despair.
I then called and texted everyone I knew and told them. I won! I did it! My sister thought I was nuts for paying so much, but I don't even care. Not at all. We're going, and it is going to be awesome!
And in the end, the internet failed me. The good old fashioned phone saved the day!