a lesson hard learned. twice.

tonight i sit on my couch one very sad girl.

see, i was supposed to be at a show. the show was kaleo (an icelandic band) and firekid (a band i've gotten into within the last few months and the one i was really stoked on).

why am i not there?

because the show frickin' sold out and i didn't have tickets.

why didn't i have tickets? because i assumed i would be able to get tickets at the door. to be fair (to myself and show that i'm not completely lazy) i did try to get tickets at the box office like a month ago but when i stopped they said they were only doing pre-sale tickets online.

i figured everyone hates ticketmaster and their ridiculous fees as much as i do and we would all just know to buy tickets at the door to avoid being charged double and have all that extra cash going into the pockets of a ticketing company instead of into the pockets of the band or venue.

well no one else went along with my plan and everyone else got their tickets online and when i showed up at the venue tonight there was a sign on the door that said "sold out. seriously." and i had to walk away all sad and dejected.

the worst part is that this is not the first time this has happened to me. even worse, that's not the first time this has happened to me this year. as in 2016. as in the past two months.

so i made a pact with my roommate (who goes to virtually every show i go to) that i am never buying tickets at the door again. we will get tickets at the box office for any show we want to go to and if we can't get them at the box office we will bite the bullet and pay the absurd fees and actually get to see the show...because if 2016 doesn't start turning around i won't need a costume come halloween, i will have turned into an actual crab. because i'll be super crabby. get it? give it to me, i'm sad.

xo