February 12, 2008

A Sign From Above

If you've been reading the blog lately you may have noticed my small obsession with a girl group from across the pond. I've already seen their show twice so far, and am seeing it again tomorrow night (what?!) Yesterday I thought it was worth looking for tickets to that night's show, too, because I mean... what if some amazing seats were available and I missed them and could be front row or something?! It's only logical.

Well apparently some higher force was telling me not to get tickets to the show last night. I went on my lunch break to a Ticketmaster location to check on tickets. I found two tickets in the 10th row, but by the time I called my friend and we decided if we wanted them they had already sold out. No big deal, I just assumed I wasn't meant to go.

Later in the day I checked online again to see if maybe some amazing seats had popped up again. You know how when you order things online that have that verification word that you have to type in so they know you're not a spamming robot? Take a look at what my verification word was:



Yes, that's right: I'm poor. I knew right then and there that someone or something did not want me spending any more money on tickets. Perhaps it was some higher life force, or maybe it was just my parents using The Secret against me. Who knows. I am going one last time on Wednesday night (and maybe next Monday if I can get tickets without any eerie warning signs.)
Related Things: