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So, I got to work today, and was greeted by people saying, guess what! The internet is down! As 97% of the duties of my job require the internet, this meant I could do nothing even resembling work, which was annoying, but okay! As I played poker with my coworkers, I just had to think, though, aw, crap, man, please don't be out at 1. The presale for the My Chemical Romance show that is on my birthday is at 1! Please, don't ruin my day like this, I opined to the gods of the internet, by which I mean Sprint.
Sure enough, though, 12:00 rolled around, we were still down. By 12:30 I had settled into a dejected acceptance of the situation, I mean, hey, it wouldn't be like Cobra Starship or anything, it's Madison Square Garden, there have to be a lot of tickets, it'll be cool. I guess. Or a billion zillion scalpers will buy them all off of Ticketmaster and I'll have to sell blood to go, sure, I, I guess I'm okay with that. ...... :(
But then, almost at 1PM to the dot, my friend and coworker whose cubicle I had been sitting in being bored turned to her computer, snarled some choice curses at it, and hit the refresh button in her browser for the two hundredth time that day, and LO AND BEHOLD, INTERNET CONNECTIVITY. And that is when I sprinted like a bunny, grabbed my credit card, and just pounced on that website. Three tickets: scored. Totaly giddy feeling from the internet being all dramatic timing on my ass: awesome. Level of anticipation for May: UNCHARTABLE. Or, as I put it in email to kickthebeat immediately afterwards: "IT IS LIKE THERE WAS A CLOUD BUT THEN JUST AT THE RIGHT TIME SUNSHINE BROKE THROUGH AND THAT SUNSHINE CAME FROM GERARD WAY"
BECAUSE IT DID.
Anyway, to wrap up, the exciting conclusion of turning my mom into a MCR fan:
Mason walked by my desk and looked at the CDs and commented that I had an appreciation of a wide variety of music. He noted the cover with the faces covered in blood. Mason is what you would call a “dandy” who would remind one of Tennessee Williams. He was taken away in hand cuffs after returning from his grandfather’s funeral in Texas with a box of childhood keepsakes in his carry-on. Little did he realize there was a pocket knife. ...Anyhow, thanks for the music! Of all people, I am happy that Mason noticed the selection. Have a good evening and I shall indulge in my chemical romance.
My mom is 58, drinks the cheapest bourbon they sell in the store, wears bright orange pants,has been known to call young people "honey" with a Southern twang, and it makes me really happy in some dumb way to share this enthusiasm with her. I WISH I COULD TAKE HER TO THE CONCERT TOO but aw nuts she is in Tennessee. Next time. Next time.
In conclusion, don't we all, sometimes?
Sure enough, though, 12:00 rolled around, we were still down. By 12:30 I had settled into a dejected acceptance of the situation, I mean, hey, it wouldn't be like Cobra Starship or anything, it's Madison Square Garden, there have to be a lot of tickets, it'll be cool. I guess. Or a billion zillion scalpers will buy them all off of Ticketmaster and I'll have to sell blood to go, sure, I, I guess I'm okay with that. ...... :(
But then, almost at 1PM to the dot, my friend and coworker whose cubicle I had been sitting in being bored turned to her computer, snarled some choice curses at it, and hit the refresh button in her browser for the two hundredth time that day, and LO AND BEHOLD, INTERNET CONNECTIVITY. And that is when I sprinted like a bunny, grabbed my credit card, and just pounced on that website. Three tickets: scored. Totaly giddy feeling from the internet being all dramatic timing on my ass: awesome. Level of anticipation for May: UNCHARTABLE. Or, as I put it in email to kickthebeat immediately afterwards: "IT IS LIKE THERE WAS A CLOUD BUT THEN JUST AT THE RIGHT TIME SUNSHINE BROKE THROUGH AND THAT SUNSHINE CAME FROM GERARD WAY"
BECAUSE IT DID.
Anyway, to wrap up, the exciting conclusion of turning my mom into a MCR fan:
Mason walked by my desk and looked at the CDs and commented that I had an appreciation of a wide variety of music. He noted the cover with the faces covered in blood. Mason is what you would call a “dandy” who would remind one of Tennessee Williams. He was taken away in hand cuffs after returning from his grandfather’s funeral in Texas with a box of childhood keepsakes in his carry-on. Little did he realize there was a pocket knife. ...Anyhow, thanks for the music! Of all people, I am happy that Mason noticed the selection. Have a good evening and I shall indulge in my chemical romance.
My mom is 58, drinks the cheapest bourbon they sell in the store, wears bright orange pants,has been known to call young people "honey" with a Southern twang, and it makes me really happy in some dumb way to share this enthusiasm with her. I WISH I COULD TAKE HER TO THE CONCERT TOO but aw nuts she is in Tennessee. Next time. Next time.
In conclusion, don't we all, sometimes?
