Symphony Tickets Are Hard to Give Away
Due to a recent and rather abrupt relocation a family member of mine gave me some extremely good tickets to the Utah Symphony. There are only two catches: (1) I have to take a date, and (2) there is only one concert at this particular venue, so I can't change the tickets for a more convient day.
No problem, think I. There are plenty of boys who want to spend time with me, and I'm sure many of them would appreciate the symphony. Around 10:30 Wednesday evening (the tickets are for Thursday) I was 0 for 4, and waiting for number 5 to call me back. Each guy had some conflict or another. Two had to work (one of whom was DrummerBoy -- let it never be said that I'm too chicken to ask out a guy I like), one is trying to be more responsible and only go out on Friday or Saturday (I believe this one given his academic record which is in a sad state), and the last one had a meeting for work (which he actually tried to get out of, but his boss said no-go). Well, if I were any less of a woman, or had a slightly smaller ego (seriously not an issue for me), I might have been hurt. Luckily for me, it wasn't really a problem.
However, I did decide that five "I'm sorry, I can't's" is the cut-off, and I would ask my hot co-worker (who thinks I have a thing for him, ahh, so perceptive) to go with me. At 11pm, guy number five calls. No only would he love to go, but since I'm furnishing the tickets, he'll provide dinner. Yeah! A real date! My roommate declared it a good thing that I was turned down by all those other guys, because I "was meant to go out with him. See, this way [I] get dinner!" Ahh... I love her!
Who knew that amazing seats would be so hard to fill? I doubt it was the company they'd have to keep, since each guy asked for a rain check. Now, I just have to find events to cash in on those checks.
No problem, think I. There are plenty of boys who want to spend time with me, and I'm sure many of them would appreciate the symphony. Around 10:30 Wednesday evening (the tickets are for Thursday) I was 0 for 4, and waiting for number 5 to call me back. Each guy had some conflict or another. Two had to work (one of whom was DrummerBoy -- let it never be said that I'm too chicken to ask out a guy I like), one is trying to be more responsible and only go out on Friday or Saturday (I believe this one given his academic record which is in a sad state), and the last one had a meeting for work (which he actually tried to get out of, but his boss said no-go). Well, if I were any less of a woman, or had a slightly smaller ego (seriously not an issue for me), I might have been hurt. Luckily for me, it wasn't really a problem.
However, I did decide that five "I'm sorry, I can't's" is the cut-off, and I would ask my hot co-worker (who thinks I have a thing for him, ahh, so perceptive) to go with me. At 11pm, guy number five calls. No only would he love to go, but since I'm furnishing the tickets, he'll provide dinner. Yeah! A real date! My roommate declared it a good thing that I was turned down by all those other guys, because I "was meant to go out with him. See, this way [I] get dinner!" Ahh... I love her!
Who knew that amazing seats would be so hard to fill? I doubt it was the company they'd have to keep, since each guy asked for a rain check. Now, I just have to find events to cash in on those checks.
posted by granola girl at 11:04 pm
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