Keha and I went to New Jersey on Friday night to see Jay-Z at a music festival. We went there without tickets with the sincere belief that we would buy some cheap ones off a scalper. We did the same thing last year to see Radiohead at the same festival. It had been raining and storming all day and when we got there it was really muddy. We couldn't find a scalper who would sell us cheap tickets. We got depressed. We almost gave up. But then I saw a girl leaving the festival with a ticket in her hand. I said, "What are you doing with that ticket?" "Nothing," she said. "Do you want to sell it?" We bargained. Her and her friend's tickets were VIP, which originally cost $190. They had already been in the festival. I asked Keha if we could get into the festival with their tickets and wristbands: I thought that there was no reentry, but I was wondering if because the tickets were VIP that they allowed reentry. Keha didn't understand my question. The girls said we could get back in. We bought the tickets at $30 each.
We walked up to the entrance. Everything fell apart. The man at the gate said that we couldn't reenter. I told him that a younger guy earlier in the day had told us we could. He said no. I said that the guy told us we could get in and it wasn't fair. He touched the wristband that I had tried to refasten to my wrist. It fell off. He said no.
We walked away from the entrance. I lost my brainparts and kicked a puddle.
Keha tried to go through another entrance. It didn't work.
We walked around and got to a place outside the gate where we could listen to Jay-Z for a few songs. It sounded really good and it made us feel better. Oh well. We each lost $30. Life is short.
We got home and I checked out the music blog I keep track of. The festival had announced that because it had stormed all day long, ticketholders who had come on Friday could use their tickets again for either Saturday or Sunday, the next two days of the festival, which had Tool and Coldplay and shit like that going on.
I posted the VIP tickets we had bought for $30 on craigslist, and the next day we sold them for $60 each.
I can't wait to see Jay-Z for real.
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2 comments:
Hahaha! I laughed so loud while inside this little cafe by my house reading this that I scared a few people. You losing your brain parts and kicking a puddle mostly. Also just the idea in general of you & keha trying to pull a scam of any kind. Too funny.
laughing out loud
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