The Universe Hates Me

Wednesday, November 21, 2007
And today, I proved it. You see, about 6 years ago, Tom Jones (yes, Sir Tom himself) came through town and I was unable to get tickets. My love for that sexy Welshman's voice has not diminshed as I've gotten older, in fact it's grown. Today, while on my lunch break from my course, I happened to glance through one of the local free papers. What did I happen to see on the top of page three? A blurb informing me that THE MAN is coming back to Edmonton next June.

Oh god. Panic sets in. Do I have enough time to save up the money? How much are the tickets going to be? Who would I take with me? I had to set my knitting aside... Heading back to the classroom, I sat down in front of my assigned computer and, with a quick glance around, I logged onto ticketmaster. I almost had a full body dry heave (how's that for a Seinfeld reference?). Tickets go on sale - Friday. Shit. Damn. Fuckity fuck fuck. I don't have enough money on my credit card to cover them (they START at $85!) and there's no way I can ask my brother to lend me the money for them. What's a girl to do? Other than break down and sob uncontrollably, that is. What any other sane, responsible, mature adult would do. I requested an increase in the limit on my credit card...

My fingers are crossed that by 10:05am on Friday, I'll be the proud owner of two (hopefully orchestra level) tickets to see Sir Tom Jones at the Jubilee on June 3rd, 2008 - the day my life changes forever. Sigh...




PS: I'm also not ashamed to beg someone to buy the tickets for me as an upcoming 35th birthday present!!! Not that I'm hinting or anything. No. I'd never do that. Passive agressive? ME...?

11 comments:

sp said...

Desperate times requires desperate measures right? Raise that credit limit if it will get you a little bit of time with Tom.
It's not unusual it happens every day no matter what you say, you find it happens all the time...

Jocelyn said...

I always know it's serious when you set aside your knitting.




And I can't tell you how amusing I found this post. You're just really cute about Sir Tom.

You debt-ridden minx.

Red said...

Haha, good old Tommy J, charging $85 a ticket! After paying that kind of money, I'd expect *him* to throw beautiful La Perla bras in various sizes into the audience for his fans, not the other way round...

Avid Andy said...

$85?? Who is this Tom Jones anyway?

Karen said...

Andy, please please PLEASE tell me you're joking? You really should read some of the older entries on my blog. I have quite the obsession.

Red: I don't think I'd want a pair of his sweaty underpants. However, seeing him wear something skimpy and lacy would be worth the price of the ticket!

Jocelyn: I darned near dropped a stitch or two!

SP: I'll give you an update as soon as I know if I'm further in debt!

* (asterisk) said...

You're crazy for that Welshie, ain'cha?! Good luck for Friday morn, Cap'n.

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

Tom rules.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Some things are worth going into debt for. It's just a matter of chosing your battles.

If you can't get tickets there, he is apparently playing here as well, so you could make the trip down. But no, I will not attend.

SME said...

*fingers crossed for you*

mister anchovy said...

I hope you get the tickets! One of Frank Zappa's sons does a killer impression of Tom Jones. I saw him on some late night talk show some time ago, writhing on the floor, singing It's Not Unusual.

Avid Andy said...

my only knowledge of tom jones is from the simpsons. mr. burns kidnaps him - keeping him chained to the stage making him perform for marge. she feels the same way about him as you do.

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