Gone Fishing

I love today. Mainly because this is The Day Before Vacation Starts, so no matter what goes wrong (like, my computer at work locking up and forcing me to redo a portion of page 1), I have a big-ass smile on my face, anyway.

: )

Like that.

And 90 minutes past the time when Cardinals playoff tickets go on sale, Karl calls to ask me if I have had any luck getting in, which of course I have not because I have not even TRIED yet (yeah, oddly enough, I was actually WORKING all that time, go figure). So I make several attempts to get through, via telephone, and cannot, and then I venture into the online ticket sales site and end up in a Virtual Waiting Room ... where I wait ... and wait ... and wait some more ... and never get through.

I bolt home from work around 1 p.m. (stayed late today, yes, I did!) and decide to try the online site again. And again, I am sent to the online version of hell, that Virtual Waiting Room again. Except this time, Karl tells me to open about 20 browsers at once, and they will keep refreshing, and sooner or later one will open.

So I sit there, and wait. And I am still on dialup, so I am sure my browser-refreshing is even slower than ever ... yet I keep watching ... and waiting ... and waiting ... and wondering ... and watching, still.

I decide it is a little like fishing. Which I love but never do because 1. I am not a big fan of live bait, and 2. What do I do if I actually catch a fish? And even if I could bait my own hook and take the fish off the line ... what the hell do I do with it after THAT??!

But there I sit, just like watching a bobber on the lake ... waiting and wondering ... etc.

And suddenly: I get through! On 2 browsers ... and then a 3rd opens!

So I decide to try to get 4 tickets to the 3rd and 4th St. Louis home games of the NLCS. And I am all excited because I am thisclose to getting my tickets!

Or so it seems.

After typing in confirmation number after confirmation number, I keep getting some random blah-blah message about the high volume of ticket sales, and how the transaction cannot be completed, and how I need to try again. Which I do, over and over, for the better part of an hour before giving up and taking a nap.

So now I am pissed. And if the ticket brokers who tried to cut me a deal by advertising on my previous blog (which I refused) happen to stumble upon this journal: You can forget about putting your ads on this one, too ... unLESS you can get me prime seats to the NLDS, the NLCS and the World Series. All games. Four tix each would be great, but I would consider 2.

Yeah.

: )

Actually, as mad as I might seem, it is ALL good. Life is sweet.

I am on vacation.