Just saying.
My RSVP comment to Lady Gaga coming back on March 26th event page on FB:
"I would love to get to the Monster Ball again and would cherish it once more. The first time changed my life. But last time I paid $200 for my GA tickets and risked getting it through Craigs List from someone in fucking El Paso, TX, camped out overnight on the ONLY FUCKING DAY IN MONSOON SEASON that it actually rained in Phoenix, didn't eat much, didn't drink enough water and sat in the sun for 5+ hours when it was OVERCAST with no sunscreen. I went home to take a shower while my husband held my spot in line and went at LEAST 15 miles over the speed limit going back the WHOLE way. I spent my only $40 on a Gaga shirt, got fucked over for my spot in line, was treated like shit by the US Airways Centre staff, was stuck behind two really tall girls, one of which kept farting almost the entire night, and was holding a 14 year old on my back for part of the show. And I still rocked the fuck out from the VERY beginning with Lady Starlight until the very fucking end. I met Semi Precious Weapons, Justin Tranter told me I was adorable, a cop had to buy me a water, and I puked about 150 feet away from the backstage entrance before my husband came and got me after it was over.
It was the most amazing fucking thing in life, but unless a ticket or backstage pass falls into my fucking lap so that I may weep and express my infinite gratitude at the feet of Lady Gaga, I think I'm going to let someone else have my spot at the Monster Ball.
But please, by all means, send me a free ticket and I will be there with bells on once more! Might take better care of myself the Second Time Around. ;)
I love you, baby! You're my hero!"
I imagine it was probably a lot like Burning Man, actually... Just in short form.
"I would love to get to the Monster Ball again and would cherish it once more. The first time changed my life. But last time I paid $200 for my GA tickets and risked getting it through Craigs List from someone in fucking El Paso, TX, camped out overnight on the ONLY FUCKING DAY IN MONSOON SEASON that it actually rained in Phoenix, didn't eat much, didn't drink enough water and sat in the sun for 5+ hours when it was OVERCAST with no sunscreen. I went home to take a shower while my husband held my spot in line and went at LEAST 15 miles over the speed limit going back the WHOLE way. I spent my only $40 on a Gaga shirt, got fucked over for my spot in line, was treated like shit by the US Airways Centre staff, was stuck behind two really tall girls, one of which kept farting almost the entire night, and was holding a 14 year old on my back for part of the show. And I still rocked the fuck out from the VERY beginning with Lady Starlight until the very fucking end. I met Semi Precious Weapons, Justin Tranter told me I was adorable, a cop had to buy me a water, and I puked about 150 feet away from the backstage entrance before my husband came and got me after it was over.
It was the most amazing fucking thing in life, but unless a ticket or backstage pass falls into my fucking lap so that I may weep and express my infinite gratitude at the feet of Lady Gaga, I think I'm going to let someone else have my spot at the Monster Ball.
But please, by all means, send me a free ticket and I will be there with bells on once more! Might take better care of myself the Second Time Around. ;)
I love you, baby! You're my hero!"
I imagine it was probably a lot like Burning Man, actually... Just in short form.