An amazing (and all too rare) sunny warm day greets us this morning.
OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD" Faster and faster and faster....
He had to tell me he couldn't understand me and I started talking even faster trying to explain my panic, "KylieMinogueiscomingtoLAandIhavetohaveticketsandtheyareoffering
Lyle cut me off, "just send me an email. It's all gibebrish. I got Kylie. I got tickets. Email me."
Then I begged him to get his boss to utilize the power of his black Amex in getting me FRONT ROW tickets.
Then I called him back after I saw that she was playing at the Palms Hotel and Casino in Vegas, where Lyle knows might know somebody... I told Lyle to blame me for forcing him to call, to tell the guy that I was dieing if need be. But I must have those tickets! (And possibly a meet and greet would be special as well?")
Seriously, I kinda lost it.
This morning, I received my Kylie Fan Blast (yeah, I get a "Kylie Fan Blast") and I got my fan pre-sale code word. I waited for ten am and BAM! I was on that ticketmaster site at the stroke of 10. And by 10:10 I still didn't have any tickets.
I had an appointment, so I had to leave and then I was back at my desk at 12:10 and I was hammering that website for an hour and half trying to get tickets out of it. Meanwhile on facebook all my friends are boasting of how they already have their seats. NOOOOOO!!!!!
At 2:15 I surrendered. I emailed and texted Lyle (I didn't want any excuses) that it was up to him and his connections now. I had to give up. I had to get to work. If he did get tickets, I would have to pay for them!
It's 3:15 and I am pleased to say, we have seats. WE HAVE SEATS!!!
Oh Lyle.... now about that meet & greet....