well, looks as if i’d better get working on that first-born child thing, cuz i’m going to need to fucking sell it for nine inch nails tickets.
(kitty was most distressed when i said this. i assured her that i would never sell her, and that i was in fact referring to producing a worthless human child).
i orchestrated a highly complicated plan on friday in order to get to the fucking mall for the onsale, but since the two shows sold out in FOUR GODDAMN MINUTES, it was to no avail.
my plan is simply to take the money i would have given to ticketbastard and add to it until the night of the show, at which point i will once again test my scalper luck.
oddly enough, the very same ticketmaster that managed to serve a whopping two people, taking cash only, in those precious four minutes (heard in the back of the line: “what the hell is taking them so long? it’s general admission! there’s no goddamn CHOICES!”) is also the one that managed to fuck up last time, which led to me forking out the three hundred dollars to get on the floor of the gardens because the tenth person in line – me - got second-level seating by the time the ticketmaster bitch figured out how to get her system online (no, i swear i am not kidding). it was the most convenient option for the time of day and where i had to come from. if i’d had another choice, i’d have taken it.
but i digress.
i simply could not keep from spewing my agony all over carolyn, as it was too much to bear alone. four minutes! for the love of all the gods!
i suppose she got bored this afternoon, so she looked up nin tickets on ebay to see what they were going for.
this is where the first-born child part comes in.
there are sets of three tickets going for almost six hundred dollars. single tickets are selling upwards of two hundred in some cases.
U.S. funds, btw.
me, i’m going to be standing around the good old industrial waterfront area at the warehouse/kool haus when the opening act takes the stage, hoping to get a ticket from a scalper and still be able to afford to eat for the rest of the month.
it’s a bloody good thing there’s only one fucking band i would do this for.