Splurge-a-rific Friday
Sep. 18th, 2009 10:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seabird78I bought a ticket to the Pixies show.
And then, and then, AND THEN I thought it might be fun to torture myself and try to get in on the Swell Season pre-sale, just to see if it was possible for those seats to have gotten snatched up in two minute's time.
I was fully expecting to see the "Sorry, these seats are not available" message, but suprisingly enough I made it to the screen where you could select the number of tickets you needed. I was pushing my luck as it is, so I set the tab to 1 and was shocked to make it to the screen after that where the little clock popped up in the bottom right hand corner and showed me the time limit I had to confirm my purchase. I paused for a moment there, wondering if it was smart to drop another chunk of change for live music, but then reminded myself that I had selected the lowest price seating, making this total purchase twenty dollars cheaper than the Pixies show. Then I questioned whether or not I was comfortable going to a show alone. And countered that doubt by reminding myself that I'd done that before, and would be able to blend in with no problem since The Swell Season plays soft, dreamy, pretty music that can only be properly enjoyed if you just sit and chill. So there was no concerns that I'd have to rock out alone or anything. My final justification was that I hadn't yet decided on a birthday present to myself, and yeah, my birthday is still over two months away, but that doesn't mean I can't treat myself early and feel like I've taken full responsibility for making my own fun in life.
Once I had that thought in mind, the rest was easy. I clickety clicked my way through the other screens with bated breath, still waiting for the other shoe to drop, anticipating some error screen or some bright red text from ticketmaster that proclaimed, "Ha, ha. Fooled you! You don't get no tickets!" I didn't exhale until I reached the confirmation page, and then checked my inbox for a message affirming that yes, I had indeed bought myself admission to a second show.
Talk about an impulse buy! But one that was well worth it, and one that will allow me to experience the sweet harmonies of Glen Hansard and Marketa Irvglova up close and personal.
That on top of hearing Doolittle in its entirety! I guess my life isn't completely devoid of bright spots. :)
And then, and then, AND THEN I thought it might be fun to torture myself and try to get in on the Swell Season pre-sale, just to see if it was possible for those seats to have gotten snatched up in two minute's time.
I was fully expecting to see the "Sorry, these seats are not available" message, but suprisingly enough I made it to the screen where you could select the number of tickets you needed. I was pushing my luck as it is, so I set the tab to 1 and was shocked to make it to the screen after that where the little clock popped up in the bottom right hand corner and showed me the time limit I had to confirm my purchase. I paused for a moment there, wondering if it was smart to drop another chunk of change for live music, but then reminded myself that I had selected the lowest price seating, making this total purchase twenty dollars cheaper than the Pixies show. Then I questioned whether or not I was comfortable going to a show alone. And countered that doubt by reminding myself that I'd done that before, and would be able to blend in with no problem since The Swell Season plays soft, dreamy, pretty music that can only be properly enjoyed if you just sit and chill. So there was no concerns that I'd have to rock out alone or anything. My final justification was that I hadn't yet decided on a birthday present to myself, and yeah, my birthday is still over two months away, but that doesn't mean I can't treat myself early and feel like I've taken full responsibility for making my own fun in life.
Once I had that thought in mind, the rest was easy. I clickety clicked my way through the other screens with bated breath, still waiting for the other shoe to drop, anticipating some error screen or some bright red text from ticketmaster that proclaimed, "Ha, ha. Fooled you! You don't get no tickets!" I didn't exhale until I reached the confirmation page, and then checked my inbox for a message affirming that yes, I had indeed bought myself admission to a second show.
Talk about an impulse buy! But one that was well worth it, and one that will allow me to experience the sweet harmonies of Glen Hansard and Marketa Irvglova up close and personal.
That on top of hearing Doolittle in its entirety! I guess my life isn't completely devoid of bright spots. :)
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