Because it's always something...
The bar is done!!! I'm free!!!! I get to sleep in and watch TV and it doesn't matter!!!!!!!
Adding to this excitement was the fact that tickets went on sale yesterday for the Gwen Stefani-Black Eyed Peas concert at the Hollywood Bowl in October. Two of my FAVORITE performers. I was PSYCHED.
Tickets went on sale at precisely 12:00 PM Pacific time. At 1:58 PM Central time I was at my computer, reloading Ticketmaster's page every two seconds until it would let me select ticket options. Finally, the screen I was waiting for popped up. I selected 2 tickets for the best available seats and pressed enter. The web browser loaded -- a reasonably good speed (thank God for DSL!) but still too slow for my tastes. The next screen came up, requesting that I type in the word above to make sure I wasn't a ticket-buying machine. But there was just one problem.
I couldn't see any word.
Nope, it was just the oh-so-friendly red X in a box that tells me that there's a picture there, but stubbornly refuses to actually LOAD the picture. I right-click and drag to "show picture." I reload the web page. I copy and paste into Word. Nothing. I click on Can't see the word? which opens a box explaining that there was a "problem" processing my request. I hit "back" and try again. Same problem. I try changing the number of tickets, requesting a specific area, requesting a specific ticket price. Nothing. I call Ticketmaster's phone number about 43,957,198 times. Its #%$&*(@ circuits are busy. I begin to freak out, since I've already made myself late for a get-together with friends JUST SO I could buy these tickets, which it looks like I may now not be able to buy. I've already abandoned my dream of finding decent seats, since that ship sailed the first time Ticketmaster's retarded website fucked me over by NOT WORKING PROPERLY. Now I'm just desperately hoping to get ANY tickets.
I call my mom, who ISN'T HOME AT 1:00 ON A SUNDAY. She suggests I try my dad. I call home TWICE and leave a long loud message in the hopes that he is home, but he is either not home or has decided to ignore the fucking telephone which is ringing off the fucking hook. I call mom again, forlorn and desperate, generously doling out my credit card number and security code in the hopes that when she arrives home in twenty minutes there will still be tickets left, but I'm not optimistic. Kindly, she does her best but, as I suspected, TICKETMASTER THE WORST MOST RETARDED MONOPOLY EVER is already sold out. I call them today, FINALLY getting through, and they tell me they have no tickets left and suggest I try calling the Hollywood Bowl directly. HB tells me Ticketmaster controls their box office. Fucking lying Ticketmaster scumbag customer "service" person.
I think I'm going to write TM an angry expletive-laden letter or 26 telling them how bad they suck. I'm also, obviously, blogging about how bad they suck because I am REALLY REALLY mad at them because they have RUINED one of the things I was MOST looking forward to after the bar, and they have KILLED my post-bar buzz. I know, I know, you're all thinking to yourselves "but Law Fairy never complains about anything" -- but I feel like going that route today. (Yes, that was sarcastic). And to ward off the inevitable well-meaning suggestions: I realize that I can get decent-to-good tickets from VIP tickets and the like, but it just makes me mad that I should have to pay another $900 or so of money I don't have, PER TICKET, when I was THERE at their stupid malfunctioning website at PRECISELY the moment the tickets went on sale.
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TICKETMASTER SUCKS ASS!!! THEY ARE THE WORST TICKET SELLERS OUT THERE!!! I HATE HATE HATE THEM!!! YOU SUCK TICKETMASTER SUCK SUCK SUCK SUCK SUCK SUCK SUCK!!!!!!!!!
Sorry to yell at you guys. I'd like to say that I feel better now, but I'd still really like to hit something.
On the plus side, I've spent the first half (two-thirds?) of my day sleeping and trying to hunt down tickets, and it doesn't matter one bit right now that that's all I've done today :)
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posted by Law Fairy @ 12:04 PM
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6 Comments:
I was promised Scarlett Johansson porn, but I'm not seeing any. Seriously, you can't do that to a guy.
Ticketmaster is indeed the devil. "Convenience charge," my butt. I'd suggest that if you don't get tickets elsewhere, call closer to the show. Lots of times venues will release more tickets (and good seats, too) about a week before a show. One year I missed out on the initial sale, but ended up getting some excellent Buffett seats that way.
Personally, I don't think you're missing anything. Gwen's okay, but BEP are a shell of their former selves. They used to be really cool, but didn't sell. Then they dumbed down their music and added the nekkid chick. Quite shameless, actually. Do yourself a favor and get their first two albums - it'll cost less than a concert ticket and you'll be better for it. And cooler in my eyes.
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Oh, I mean. Sorry about that, man.
Yeah, I was pretty pissed at them. Still majorly bummed I'm missing the concert. I guess there'll be other concerts. Sigh. I'll keep checking -- you're right, who knows if something good might pop up?
You sound like my sister -- she's a music snob. I'm not allowed to listen to BEP in her car, and if I'm driving she makes a face and acts like she's going to die when the stuff I like comes on. Hmmmm but to be cooler in BOTH your eyes...
So is your sister single? :) I admit to being a music snob at times. Yet I dig a lot of mainstream, even cheesy poppy stuff. BEP just really pushes my buttons because of how blatantly they "sold out." And they seem like cool folks, too - I met them at a CMJ conference in NYC during the mid-90s. I guess toiling in relative obscurity took its toll.
hahahahaha "sold out" -- you music people and your knowing phrases! Anyway, relative obscurity isn't such a bad place to be. I mean, I live there :)
"Sell out" is a harsh phrase with no one set meaning. Usually, I say more power to a band becoming more commercial. It's not like I wouldn't want to make more money. Something about the BEP case though just irks me. Maybe because I used to really like them before "The Change."
And you aren't obscure, chica. You're a Blogger Superstar.
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