dallas adventure, part 2

robbi and scott arrive at about 4 on saturday and we decide to leave at around 5 for the show. barbara helped us pack a picnic of sandwiches, vodka, chips and frozen guac and we head out.

we arrive at the venue and i decide that instead of waiting until we head into the show that i would go pick up our tickets. i walk to the east box office as the warehouse employee told us that's where our tickets would be, and get in line. i give the box office employee my name and they can't find my tickets. i give them jane's name, no tickets. i explain the situation and they "call" the fan club's contact for the show. apparently, the people we had spoken with on friday and the "contact" (which by the way, i was never able to see therefore i don't think they exist)tells them that under no circumstance am i to receive the tickets. WHAT? GET YOUR FRIGGIN ASS OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE. being the calm, cool and collected person i am, i start yelling at them and refuse to leave telling them that i won't move until they give me my tickets. they ask me where my seats were and i tell them. i can tell the girl thinks i am making it up because she kind of rolls her eyes. the next thing i know, this R A N D O M girl in line tries to butt into the situation. instant reenactment:

random girl: "what's your problem - they told you they don't have your tickets - you should get out of line!"
shayna: "excuse me? i don't believe that i asked your opinion." (btw - i could totally tell she was baked and was just rambling but don't F with me and my dmb tickets. ever.)
rg: "they don't have your tickets so get out of line!"
s: (moving closer)"i really don't think you want to fuck with me right now."
rg: "i am not going to fight you" AND THEN she flashes me her beautiful wrist tattoo that proudly displays "peace and love". peace and love this, biatch! meanwhile, the guy she was with tells her to knock it off as i move closer to her. seriously, punching her would have been well worth getting kicked out of the venue at this point.
s: "you really should learn to mind your own business. if you were in my situation, i think you'd be reacting the same way." side note: am i really going to put on the fist-a-cuffs on yom kippur? i mean, at this point i am probably going to hell anyway so why not add a little fuel to the fire.

and just when i thought it couldn't get any better - security shows up. for me. i'm dying laughing right now because it's me. shayna. the girl who may know how to pull hair (my sister can vouch for that) or say mean things but i don't think i could ever hit someone. maybe they figured since the fat girl was going crazy she might eat someone but nah, i was just fired up. ANYWAY - they ask me to leave the line and we move to an out of the way area to discuss what's going on. at first, there are two "security" people. a skinny girl who was probably shorter than myself and a guy who was probably five foot six, if that. just when i thought it couldn't get any worse, moley sir moles-a-lot comes in to offer a solution. i can buy tickets in the same section, same row (btw, the show was sold out) for the low, low price of $140. so basically, in my head they are trying to sell me back the tickets that are rightfully mine. because i really didn't feel like arguing anymore, we agree to buy the tickets thinking the warehouse will reimburse jane because of their ignorance and then jane can reimburse us.

after purchasing the tickets, we go back to our tailgate and i begin drinking. robbi's telling me to pound vodka cranberries but i just can't. i haven't eaten all day (see god, i am a good jew!) and the last think i need is to vomit. we continue our tailgate until 7:15 and head into the venue. despite all of the pre show drama, the show itself was really great. they played "loving wings" which made everything a - ok in my book, until monday when i called the warehouse.

btw - while at the show i dropped my phone and broke it (which is why i didn't call heather after the show).

the girl at the warehouse told me that jane told her to reprint the houston tickets and that they were at will call in houston, not dallas. two inconsistencies. 1. she told us our tickets would be at the east box office and there is no east box office at the woodlands and 2. WE TOLD HER WE WERE IN DALLAS WHEN WE TALKED TO HER. needless to say, they're refusing to reimburse jane which means $140 down the drain.

and this is why we probably won't be traveling to see dmb anymore.

and now, i present part one of our dallas adventure.

i had to work a half day on friday because i didn't want to miss my weekly status meeting with the benefits group at our purchasers office so i created a plan to get myself to work without having to leave a car at the office. john would drive me to work and then my friend shannon would drive me to the airport after my meeting. on our way to my office, john asked for the american express. while i was in my purse, i pulled out our tickets for the concert on saturday night and put them with the american express telling him to pack the tickets. so far, so good.

i get to the airport, go through security and realize that john is not there yet. i wait a few minutes and call him to find out where he is. parking. he'll be at the gate in a few minutes. i finally see him coming through security and ask him if he has the tickets. he said yes, he had the tickets that were on the kitchen table. ummm, what about the tickets in the car? yeah - he had forgotten them. we ask the gate agents if he has time to go back to the car and they tell us no. i am instanly pissed off and fear that we are screwed. i pull out my warehouse membership card (dmb fan club) and call the number on it. i guess the phone number has changed since i got my card 9 years ago so i called every person i know to try and get their number. finally, i call my friend jane (who had originally purchased the tickets) and leave her a message telling her what happened. john calls his mom to see if she can run up to the airport and fed ex our tickets. she gives him this bs long excuse but just when he starts making headway, the flight attendant tells him to turn off his phone.

we spend the first 20 minutes of the flight pissed off at each other and the next watching an episode of the office. once we land we have our cell phones in hand waiting for the all clear to make calls. jane had left a message saying all i needed to do was call the warehouse and we were good to go. ironically, the couple in front of us had done the exact same thing so they needed to talk to the warehouse, too. we call the warehouse, give them our info and she tells us where we can pick up the tickets. phew! saved!

or so we thought...

You Are 60% California

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we just had one of the most eventful weekends of our lives. the recap will probably come in installments but really - stay tuned.

the last week has probably been one of the hardest weeks of my life.

the day after elise and ari's wedding, my sister was diagnosed with cavernous angioma which is essentially a birth mark on her brain. certain things can cause the birth mark to swell, causing awful headaches and seizures. on wednesday, she underwent brain surgery to remove the angioma and the result exactly what the doctors wanted. she's doing well now and will probably go home today but the stress and fear that i have been feeling for the past few weeks has been very overwhelming.

many of you know that rachel and i have had our ups and downs but at the end of the day, she's my sister and i love her more than anything in this world. i would do anything for her and i know that if the situation was reversed, she would have done the same. seeing her helpless in a hospital bed after her surgery really struck hard. when my dad had his surgery last year, i was pretty emotional but seeing my 26 year old sister go through brain surgery was probably one of the hardest things for me, emotionally. once thursday came around she was doing a LOT better and on friday she was entertaining a roomful of guests.

sometimes in life we take for granted what's closest to us and i know that i have done that in recent times. we get so caught up in the little things that we forget that trivial situations are not important. i know i am guilty of it from time to time (or more).

yesterday morning i was a complete wreck. i had to be strong for my mom for 4 days and really started breaking down yesterday morning but the shit really hit the fan yesterday afternoon when i was talking to john. i didn't tell many people about the surgery because i just didn't want to talk about it anymore but, for the few people i did tell, they were mostly supportive. more on this later.

anyway - that's my week in a nutshell and even though the week was very emotional, there were some very funny things that happened that i will discuss later.

OH MY GOSH - I HATE ZACH SO MUCH.

seriously - he ruined my boy, eric's game.

bb is going to be SO boring now. i guess we can cancel the showtime subscription now.

i haven't been this upset since marissa cooper died on the oc.

as many of you know, i have a minor obsession with the office. i religiously watch it and often quote lines from previous episodes my favorite being, "that's what she said".

today, i had the opportunity to play my very on office prank on my wbff (work best friend forever), shannon. if there were ever a bigger office fan it would be shannon. as a matter of fact, she one up'd me yesterday by purchasing the season 3 dvd set with an actual dundie. what's a dundie, you ask? here's your answer.

shannon was SO proud of her dundie that i decided that i must sabotage said dundie. whilst she was at a meeting, i snuck up to her desk and removed the dundie without incident and proceeded to take the dundie to ryan the i.t. guy's desk. ryan is friends with both shannon and myself although we still need to find out if he is loyal - this was the test. ryan has the typical guy's desk. nothing on it but a picture of his girlfriend and a bunch of lame computer equipment. translation: no where to hide the damn dundie. however, i figure that if she's smart enough to go visit ryan and see if he's holding the dundie hostage, it would be hilarious if it was just sitting out, like a regular desk ornament. ryan's all excited to be a part of the prank and goes along with what i tell him.

shannon returns from her 11 o'clock meeting and im's me as if nothings going on. this leads me to believe she hasn't realized that her prized dundie is gone. she leaves for lunch and returns an hour later. in the middle of im'ing me, she must have realized it was gone. i tried to pretend i had no clue what she was talking about (i wish i had saved the im - it was classic)and ran down to ryan's to get the dundie with the hopes of returning it to it's home without notice. the whole time i am cracking up because i think it's the funniest thing, ever. before i "enter" the 7th floor, i catch my breath and put on my work face. proceed to shannon's desk, put the dundie back in it's original place and head back to my desk. one problem - as i was turning the corner - there's shannon! she totally busted me and the two of us cracked up non stop for a good 10 minutes.

on my way home, i kept thinking about what i had done and how incredibly hilarious i am and started cracking up. literally laughing out loud because i am so funny.

when i tried to explain the story to john he seemed completely uninterested. it really was funny though - i promise!

i love justin timberlake, so much.

no seriously - i only watched the first 1/2 hour of the futuresex/lovesounds concert on hbo last night because i was exhausted but i am pretty sure i will be finishing it this weekend.