Okay, so I still haven’t finished my global warming TR, but I’m getting to it… I wanted to get more videos done, but then I’ve been slacking on the videos. I’m just being lazy. I will finish it, though! It’s almost done!!!
So anyway, the story goes…
Today, I tortured my boyfriend.
Last week, I was at his house when I saw an advertisement for Mickey’s Rockin’ Roadshow at the Bilo Center. DISNEY IS COMING TO TOWN!!! Tickets started at just $16. What a bargain!
So, I asked dear Max if he would like to go with me, and surprisingly… he said yes!!! So yesterday, I went online to buy our tix. Cheap seats were all I wanted. It’s a good thing, too. Because TICKETMASTER IS A RIP-OFF. My goodness, they make me angry!!! So, for each ticket, I had a $4.75 “convenience fee.” Then, there was a $3.16 “processing fee.” And then… if I wanted to use my own ink and paper and print out my own tickets, I’d have to pay another $3!!! That being said, I decided on Will Call. (I paid for all of this myself because I felt bad about dragging Max to this.)
Well, after purchasing the tickets, I got all excited and was hoping there was a meet-and-greet so I could get my picture with Mickey and the gang. That’s when I decided to read reviews. There was no meet-and-greet. And I stumbled across a bunch of negative reviews saying that their 3-year-olds cried and begged to go home because it was so boring. Oh, no!!! 3-year-olds??? I was expecting kids a little older… like 8 years old!
So, I had to spend $5 for parking (I drove around a while to find the best deal… I could have paid $10).
Well, when I got to the ticket booth to pick up my tickets, the lady asked to see my bank card and a photo ID. Bank card? I handed her my driver’s license and told her that I knew the credit card number. “Oh, you don’t have the card?” “No, ma’am.” “Who is Boyd?” She looks back at Max, as if she thinks he is Boyd. “My dad.” “What’s his address?” I rattle it off. “Phone number?” “Cell or home?” “Yes.” :huh: I rattle off every phone number I know. One of them must’ve worked. :laugh: “Well, I’m not supposed to do this. Tell your dad that next time, he needs to be here to pick up the tickets.” Okay, the next time I drag Max to a baby kid’s show, I’ll be sure to bring my dad with me so that he can show you his Visa. (Actually, if I ever do this, again, I’ll be sure to just buy my tickets there so I can avoid the Ticketmaster fees.)
So, I asked Max if we should sell the tickets. I was going to. But Max said no, I just paid $5 for parking and almost $15 on Ticketmaster fees that I wouldn’t get back, so we went on in. The lady checking bags liked my Disney Dooney purse!
I was going to make Max buy me a keychain but they didn’t have any. The merchandise was actually rather lame and cheap-looking. I was surprised. And the photo station was miniature. They had little kids sit on a stool in front of a cardboard Mickey Mouse (Max really wanted to get his picture taken :laugh: but the line was too long). LAME!!! They could’ve had the characters out signing autographs and taking photos that parents might actually buy. They could make soooooo much more money selling autograph books and character photos. It surprises me that Disney didn’t think of this.
Well, it turns out that our seats were on the front row of that section. We felt bad sitting in front of little baby kids and blocking their view, so we went and sat off to the side (so the advance tickets didn’t even come in handy… why didn’t I buy at the gate???).