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I had a dream the other night where JP suddenly became Adam Lambert and he broke up with me (naturally!) and putting all the heartbreak stuff aside (it really hurt, yo), it was pretty funny because Adam/JP told me that he only wanted to take care of me and I promptly stood up and gave him double middle fingers before stomping off. I wish I could always be that spunky during a breakup. Ouch, though.
Well, Lady Gaga is coming to San Antonio, which is cool. HOWEVER. I have something to say about this whole ticket business. I figured if you are gonna go Gaga, you gotta go General Admission, right? Get all up close and personal with the stage and that whole theatrical train wreck. So, I got the password for the presale and tried to buy a GA ticket this morning (and at $85, not including fees, that shit ain't cheap!). But I kept getting 'none available.' So, I started messing around a little and discovered lo! you could buy a GA ticket IF you purchased a "special package" for $240. TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY DOLLARS. FOR ONE TICKET. THAT IS NOT EVEN A SEAT. *ahem* Anyhoo, I was incensed. Highway robbery! So, unless they change that rule once the tickets go on sale to the general public, count me out of the whole thing. Very disappointed in the Gaga gouging.
Also, in other news, I wanted to take a couple of days and go to the beach this weekend before the mad rush of summer, but my boss told me that the auditors are coming so I can't be off when they are in the office. What I don't understand is why my superstar of a co-worker can't handle them? You would think that since he got a perfect review, he would be better equipped to handle such a task.
I am in a foul mood, NGL.
ETA: since I am in a bitchy mood already, I would just like to say that although I love, love, LOVE the songs and dancing on Glee, I find the writing so, so LAZY. Dropped story lines, pointless plot contrivances to explain away all the awesome guest stars, and also the blatant emotional manipulation in lieu of real stories. Puke. C'mon, writers - the world is watching. Don't just sit on your collective asses and let the music and Jane Lynch carry the show. *sigh*
Well, Lady Gaga is coming to San Antonio, which is cool. HOWEVER. I have something to say about this whole ticket business. I figured if you are gonna go Gaga, you gotta go General Admission, right? Get all up close and personal with the stage and that whole theatrical train wreck. So, I got the password for the presale and tried to buy a GA ticket this morning (and at $85, not including fees, that shit ain't cheap!). But I kept getting 'none available.' So, I started messing around a little and discovered lo! you could buy a GA ticket IF you purchased a "special package" for $240. TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY DOLLARS. FOR ONE TICKET. THAT IS NOT EVEN A SEAT. *ahem* Anyhoo, I was incensed. Highway robbery! So, unless they change that rule once the tickets go on sale to the general public, count me out of the whole thing. Very disappointed in the Gaga gouging.
Also, in other news, I wanted to take a couple of days and go to the beach this weekend before the mad rush of summer, but my boss told me that the auditors are coming so I can't be off when they are in the office. What I don't understand is why my superstar of a co-worker can't handle them? You would think that since he got a perfect review, he would be better equipped to handle such a task.
I am in a foul mood, NGL.
ETA: since I am in a bitchy mood already, I would just like to say that although I love, love, LOVE the songs and dancing on Glee, I find the writing so, so LAZY. Dropped story lines, pointless plot contrivances to explain away all the awesome guest stars, and also the blatant emotional manipulation in lieu of real stories. Puke. C'mon, writers - the world is watching. Don't just sit on your collective asses and let the music and Jane Lynch carry the show. *sigh*
