Soooooo. I kinda made an oopsie. A rather large one, too. Before I get started on that, maybe I should ask…how has everyone else’s day been? Good? Great! Now let me explain my little “situation.”
On Father’s Day a few weeks ago, me and my beloved sisters promised my dad tickets to a Boston concert on July 14th (yep, last night). Wellllllllll, let me just start by saying that morning I had quite a lot on my mind. First of all, this promise occurred at an iHop, fairly early that particular Sunday morning. We had all agreed to meet there to take Dad out for breakfast (he’s a pretty big fan of stuffed french toast). Plus it was the only time I would get to see him all day, because Boyfriend and I were on our way to the airport, heading to Vegas. So the “note to self” to buy my dad tickets to this concert went right in-between the thoughts of “did I pack my blue swimsuit” and “crap, how many liquid items do I have in my purse for security to measure”…you could say it definitely wasn’t top of my list.
So a few weeks pass by, and what do you know it’s concert week. absent-mindedly I assure myself there will be PLENTY of Boston tickets left for me to buy…I’ll just do it when I get to work. Then it was Tuesday before I knew it. Then Wednesday. Yep, then Thursday. CRAP! Sold Out?!? What the?!? Surely there HAS to be mistake.
My dad is going to be so let down.
I couldn’t do this to him.
So what do I do? Check ticket scalpers across the OKC-metro area…and what do I find? Notta. Then I checked eBay. Nothing. Great, what was I going to do now? LIGHTBULB! Craigslist! And sure enough I find a few tickets… VIP tickets even (trust me, these are better tickets then I would have bought in the first place… sorry Dad, I was kinda leaning towards General Admission). The only problem, they were over an hour away, and the seller was refusing to meet… anywhere. Well at least I had an option. Then another set comes up for sale…and they are in the city, which is great! So I e-mail them, yes they still had the tickets and would be able to meet me that night. They said they could meet me in the parking lot. Whoa whoa whoa. Sketchy much? And Boyfriend is still outta town doing football camps. Great. I definitely needed a sidekick.
Low and behold a friend of mine said she’d go with. As we were both a little weirded out, not knowing who we were going to be meeting and all we called another friend and told her if she didn’t hear from us in an hour to call the cops. We gave her our intended location. The entire drive there was a bit of a blur… All I remember is my dear-ole-friend telling me horror stories about how she has heard that OKC is the center of sex trafficking. REALLY?! I mean, really. Then, out of sheer coincidence I’m sure, my phone rings. Great, a BLOCKED # is calling. A little alarmed, I answered the phone and a woman says, “Are you in the parking lot yet?”
I reply, “Nope.”
She sighs, reallllyyyy loud, says something under her breath and asks me how long I’ll be. I think I will be there in fifteen minutes. So that’s what I tell her. She sighs once again and hangs up. Great.
So in the next fifteen minutes me and my friend go over about 50 different scenarios of what could-happen in this parking lot. As we begin to pull in, I take note that this is absolutely the darkest parking lot I have EVER been in. Really?! I mean, really.
As we pull in I take note of two vehicles at the veryyyy back of the parking lot all alone. There is an SUV that a woman is sitting in, and next two it a little 2 door sports car. The man, who I assume, is driving the car is standing outside of the woman’s SUV talking to her. As we pull in, I see them both stop talking, while they stare at me. I find a parking spot (about 4-5 away from those creeps), and wheel in. Within seconds the guy grabs something from the woman and starts to walk over to my car. I start to roll down my window, bracing myself for whatever happens…Before I know it I hear the passenger door open and then slam closed. My friend has gotten OUT of the car to meet these people. What?! Get back in here!! Don’t you remember the drive over and all of the scenarios we just discussed?! I grab my wad of cash, like I’m in the mafia or something, take a deep breath and go outside to join everyone.
My friend says something to the guy as I am walking towards them both, he pulls something out of his pocket, hands it to her and they both look at me. I, being slightly dumbfounded, hand the guy the wad of cash and just stare. The guy takes the money walks over to his car and him and the SUV leave. My friend pushes me back to my car, we get in and do the same. Holy cow. Was that it? Maybe I should give myself a quick physical. Nope, no stab wounds. Oh my gosh, we survived!!
Feeling super excited and giddy with joy, we start our journey home. Within two minutes my friend squeals, then explains to me that I have two PLATINUM tickets to the Boston concert! She said the fine print on the backs of the tickets said that they weren’t even sold to public…they were only given to sponsors and radio shows. AWESOME! My dad is going to think I’m the best daughter ever!!! (if he only knew.)
So the summary of this story is: I guess not everyone is a Craigslist killer. Though I still think they could be. But in the end we survived and got my dad some pretty BOMB tickets!!
Life. Is. Good.