did you sing the title of this blog to the tune of the
fresh prince theme song? good. that's what i was hoping for.
i'm not going to lie to you, this story is not a story about how i got into a fight and then was sent to live with my rich relatives. but it is a story of how i ended up on a date with a local concert promoter. and how it was one of the most painful nights of my life.
if you're new to the blog (oh hey, welcome!) you may not know that for my day job i run a radio station at a college. i am always on the hunt for donations for on air giveaways...concert tickets are what i aim for. i happened to see that
for today was coming to town and the boys on the hardcore show are big fans of
for today.
so i emailed the promoter to see if the radio could have a pair of tickets to give away on air. the only snag i could foresee is that i knew the promoter, let's call him billy (definitely not his real name), and i was a little concerned he would think the tickets were for me...i had met him years before and had seen him at numerous shows since. so i made it as legit as possible, i emailed from my work email, i emailed the company not him, and i didn't try to butter him up at all.
the email i got back went something like this:
sara!
it's billy! i haven't seen you in forever!
how are you?
no mention of the tickets.
so i responded back and we ended up emailing a bit. then he realized that we were facebook friends and started messaging me there. still no mention of the tickets. at this point we were about 2 weeks out from the show and i kept hinting but whenever that subject came up it was like talking to a brick wall. he asked for my number 3 times before i finally gave it to him...you can only ignore it so many times without feeling like a jerk.
then the "we should grab coffee" text came.
at this point i was annoyed that i didn't have tickets and i figured i could make coffee work during the day and i am all for work meetings that happen in coffee shops. we arranged a 3pm meeting on a tuesday.
on sunday night i got a text asking if we could change the meeting time to 6pm.
um...okay. i mean, then i don't get to leave work and go have coffee but i guess 6pm is fine. and now i was really starting to wonder if he realized this was a work meeting.
i got to the coffee shop early (because i am always early) and grabbed a decaf brew and waited. i got a text saying billy was running a little behind. okay, whatever. so finally at 6:30 he strolled through the door and grabbed a drink before joining me.
for the next hour and a half we proceeded to have one of the most stilted conversations i have ever had. we chatted about some people in common that we knew, we glossed over our respective jobs, he went on for at least 5 minutes about his love for a certain contemporary worship leader, he explained why his girlfriend broke up with him, he seemed a little offended when i asked where he went to school (he had just asked me the same question) because he didn't go to college, and he went into an in-detail story about a ticketing conference in california.
every time i tried to steer the conversation in the direction of getting tickets for the radio he would abruptly switch the subject. about an hour in i realized i wasn't getting tickets and for the remainder of the time i just blankly nodded at him while i was trying to come up with a believable reason to leave.
finally, i just stood up and told him i had to go. wished him a good night and was out the door.
i wasn't even back to my apartment yet when i felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. a text. you guessed it, none other than billy.
i can't believe we talked for an hour an a half! felt like ten minutes! it was so great to see you again!
no, billy, you are wrong. it did not feel like ten minutes. it felt like 5 hours of my life that i will never get back and i still didn't get the one thing i was going there for; for today tickets!
so i replied with a swift, "great catching up with you." text and haven't heard from him since. praise the Lord.
next time i will just buy tickets myself and donate them to the radio station.
xo