I’m about ready to tear my hair out because Ticket Web is refusing to let me purchase tickets for the Frames + Josh Ritter concert that I’m dying to go to next Friday. Look, people, I know I put the right billing address in; I just called the bank about it earlier this week. I told Mark that I’ll have to call the box office tomorrow and beg for the ability to reserve tickets–otherwise, I’ll show up the night of the concert, be unable to get in, and I’ll have to fall to my knees on the sidewalk with much loud lamenting of the sackcloth and ashes variety. No one wants that. It might freak out the customers.
On the other hand, that’s what you get when you destroy the hopes of a student who has only just pulled through a horrific fortnight of midterms by dreaming of that one evening. Not that I’ve made it through that awful fortnight yet. The worst of the midterms is set for 8:30 tomorrow morning. That should be my signal to sign off and go to bed, methinks.
Oh no! I hope it turns out okay…
I hope so, too. Not least because I don’t want to make a scene in public.
You have to go to the Frames show, because I have to live vicariously through you.
Yes, it’s rather hard for me to write a review if I’m not there.
I’ve been getting friends addicted to the Frames so that they’ll come to the concert with me, and, apparently, they’re spreading the Frames love further. So I envision these strings of Frames fans growing out from me sharing music with my friends. Yay for more Frames fans!
You gotta go! Even we are living vicariously thru you at this stage! Damn Finals!
I’m going! I just don’t know if I’ll get in!