placeholder wrote:Kenny how I spent my Saturday morning: You like Elvis Costello an awful lot. You find out that he will be playing two standing-room only shows at a roughly 300-person capacity venue about two minutes from your house. The venue announces that each person can only purchase two tickets, and there will be no online sale of tickets. This is good for you, because he played four shows at the same venue a few months ago, and you were only able to get into one of the shows, because an organized group of irritating fans from out of town bought nearly all the tickets that were sold online. You and your friends get to the venue on ticket day at 6:00AM and get a good position almost at the very front of the line. You wait six hours for the tickets to go on sale, but you don't mind; you have a book to read and good friends to converse with. A film crew is there, because these shows will be on some DVD. They mercifully do not try to interview you, but coax some painfully embarrassing nonsense out of a few people around you, and you have a good laugh at their expense. Upon getting to the podium where tickets are being sold, you state that you would like one ticket to each of the shows (which jives with the rules as stated when the ticket sale date was announced), only to be told that each person can buy up to two tickets for ONE show, but no one can go to both (likely because the shows are being filmed). There is no way to circumvent this rule, because they write your name down along with your ticket number, and, if you are buying a ticket for someone else, they require you to give their name as well. This information will be verified at the door. At least you and your friends get to go to one of the shows, but after waiting that long in line, this is infuriating. WTF?
just better: You kind of like the first few Elvis records, but have no interest in seeing him live so instead of waiting in line you make yrself an excellent plate of scramble eggs and get a blow job.
just worse: Turns out Elvis has franchised his early material out to an imitator (a la Gallagher 2) and you have waited in line to buy tickets to this fake Elvis, but you go to the show anyway. The band is really good and the imitator guy has obviously done his homework and you end up having a pretty good time, but you still feel slightly gypped.
kenny: One day, 3 meals and a dessert, all made in the microwave