It’s one hell of a drug
FLORIDA!!!!!
I for one cannot believe Taylor Swift plays in Miami TONIGHT and I don’t have a ticket.
I had this employee who is also a Swiftie. When the concert was announced, we made a pact to try for two tickets and whoever got them would take the other.
So I signed up as a Verified Fan and was one of “The Lucky One”s who got a code.
I did the whole exhausting process but ended up empty-handed.
I asked how she fared and she was like what? I didn’t know.
LIKE HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW. WE TALKED ABOUT THIS.
I didn’t say that. I said oh well wasn’t meant to be.
What I didn’t say is I had a better feeling about NOLA. EVERYONE wants to come to Miami. Like her. I cannot get far enough AWAY from it.
Anyway. I always figured I’d pick up a resale ticket. Those went as high as 67,000 — for ones in the freaking sky.
Prices did drop. I can get something behind the stage/obstructed for $1,200 plus a $450 fee on the resale sites. Oof again.
So now I’m looking for Swiftie events and brunches and such.
I mean, honestly, I did budget two grand for resale. I mean, I live here — not like I need a hotel or anything.
But then I said you know what? I want to meet the baby. My two grand went to Delta, Marriott, a pet sitter and gifts. I got a day off work and time with people I love. And iced butter cookies and Sarris Candies.
I know Cindy likes to make fun of me when I say “I win.” Of course, she likes to make fun of me anyway. But like Taylor Swift sings, “I put narcotics in my songs — that’s why you keep singing along.” Apparently I put drugs in my blogs, since she’s still reading and quoting me. I should send her an autographed bra or something.
In any event, my Miami Swiftie budget is blown, is what I am reminding myself here. Though I do spy a brunch that I wouldn’t have to drive 55 miles to attend, and I think I’ll do that.