My wife and I wanted to go to a local festival concert called the Ohana Festival. Actually, it was my Swiftie daughter who showed us the lineup, so “Foo Fighters on Me”. 

But after all the mayhem of the recent Swiftie dustup I had concerns. (Ticketmaster execs are in hiding in non-extradition countries; they are not worried about the government but fear for their lives over what a large mob of angry teenage girls might do.)

Left to my own devices, I signed up for the presale code and planned my morning around a multi-hour wait for tickets. Here is how it went – our actual texts:

9:15 am (me)   Good morning girls.  Wish me luck. I have the presale code and will attempt to buy tickets online. There’s nothing scarier than me trying to do something like this.

9:20 am (Mollie):  Yes!!  If I can survive the Great War for Taylor Tix, you can do this.

9:45am (me):  That’s just the inspirational message I needed right now.

10am: ticket sales open. I am ready to swoop in swiftly…..

10:10am (me):  Well, I don’t know what all the fuss is about with the Taylor Swift Fans. We got our tickets with no fuss and no muss (whatever a muss is I don’t want it). What almost gave me a hear attack was all the additional fees added.

So, my daughter was right.  I won’t be a “Pretender” (either with the Foos or the actual Pretenders – please oh please let Chrissie sing that one). I got this.