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.