You all are effing nuts. Effing crazy. Effing insane. Laura dragged my butt out of bed at 9:30am (okay, that's not that early, but still) to log into the Red Sox website because tickets went on sale at 10:00am.
Me in my kerchief, and her in her cap, sat at the terminals all effing day. We waited in their "virtual waiting room," which refreshes every 30 seconds and tells you if you have been randomly selected from the millions to be one of the privileged few (the audacity!) to be allowed to buy tickets. all effing day. Finally, at 6:30pm (and after some technology trickery...) we got standing room only tickets for a Saturday game and awful bleacher tickets for a Tuesday game, both at ridiculous prices.
I will say it a final time. You are all fucking nuts.
4 comments:
"but go stand in a line overnight for halo 3 or an iphone and i am down with that."
I'm so buying those sock monkey pajamas for Whitney for Christmas.
did jim just say "kerchief"?
Um, I got Opening Day tix for the Tribe next year as an early Christmas present a couple days before Thanksgiving. But I digress.
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