Our plane landed about 3pm. I had received an email that we* could pick up our tickets at 6pm. These were special tickets we got through the Stones fan app. The deal was that for $85, you get two random seats, to be determined the day of the show. This was a steal considering that Ticketmaster face prices ranged from $250-$600+.It has also been a constant source of anxiety for me over the past 2 months, not knowing where we would be sitting. Because of some fan board sleuthing and wishful thinking, I thought I had a real shot at getting into the "tongue pit". I can't even begin to explain what that is, so check the picture. (I will say that I have been banned from saying those two words in front of my children, under any circumstances whatsoever!)
*We = me and my very dear old friend, Jenny. When I say "old", I mean we've been friends for a long time and have had many adventures together. While some have included rock stars, others range from naked guys in Coney Island to birthing. Use your imagination. Jenny has been willingly dragged along to previous concerts with me, so she knows what she's in for.
We get off the plane and take the train down to United Center. We go to a special table at Will Call, get a wrist band and are handed an envelope from a stack of random, unmarked white envelopes. These will be our Golden Tickets. I don't want to look inside, but I do want to look inside. I open the corner and peek. I see section 331 and my heart thuds to a standstill. 331 means 3rd level seating, commonly referred to as the "nosebleed" seats. I am seriously crushed. My tongue pit dreams are over, just like that. I spend a few minutes scheming for some way to call a "do over" but there is none. I'm reminded of the sing-song phrase I've been using on my kids for years, "You get what you get and you don't have a fit." I promise right then and there that I will NEVER say that again.
And then I proceed to have a fit, pretty much for the next hour until the arena opens and we can get a first hand look at where our seats are. In reality, they're not bad. They're on Keith's side of the stage, which is WAY important. They're right off the side so we can have a perfect view into the backstage area. This could be cool. I'm starting to get over my crappy attitude and get excited again. This attitude adjustment is helped along by a plastic glass full of snack bar wine. Go Bulls. Or hockey guys. Whatever...
(Is your curiosity peaked yet? Welp, sorry but I gotta go to sleep now. Will all my groupie dreams come true? Or will there be head lice involved? You'll have to check back laters. But here's a photo of how I pulled myself together for this special night. Considering the average demographic was probably 55+ with Accountant Lady hair, I *might* stand a chance!)
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