Before you go back and re-read that sentence, just realize....it's not you, it's me. And it's true. (Did I mention that I've been engaged quite a few times?) Actually following through on any of them to involve a wedding -and heaven forbid- an actual marriage may be an easier process than what I've done ALL. DAY. LONG. TODAY.
6 or so hours worth of messing around and I still don't have tickets.
See, it all started with a seemingly easy conversation with my best friend from high school: "Hey, we should go to a Cleveland Indians game this summer when I'm home."
I'm planning a trip back to Ohio in July and thought- THAT WOULD BE FUN. RELAXING. JUST LIKE OLD TIMES!
But I don't remember "old times" being this complicated. Oh god, I sound old! But in this day and age of apps, hashtags, and everything just a click away on the internet, maybe I've just lost my patience. Or maybe all this technology just makes doing the simplest things SO DARN HARD!!
The first logical place I went to was the team's website. Order tickets , it said. Not too difficult, right? I mean, I graduated from college, after all. Ordering something online isn't rocket science. After a few different website click here-then here-then here's, I thought I was pretty close to PLAY BALL! But oh no....
Not only did the seating chart not match up with the ticket prices, it kept giving me an error message. If I wanted a regular seat in the outfield nosebleed section, I probably would have had that in a minute.
But we wanted the food.
Not just food. ALL YOU CAN EAT food. Included in the ticket price!?!?! SIGN US UP! Sure, they were a bit pricey. But at $100 a pop, we could do some damage with the drinks, free ice cream, soft pretzels, onion rings, nachos, full buffet (in never ending fashion). And when you figure in how much money you really end up spending on your regular ticket and just a few edible items at the ballpark, I'd say we're probably coming out ahead!
I heard about these (possibly mythical) AYCE Primo Seating tickets from a few different people, so it had to exist, right? Different friends sent me photos of themselves at the game, eating that all you can eat *and drink* loveliness. The seats looked great! Real close to the field on 1st base side, right where everyone said they'd be.... except the Ticketmaster lady.
Because of course, ordering online at their super convenient website would make this process too super convenient. I had to call. And go through the automated, 'hit 4,602 numbers to hopefully speak to a real person' system. But don't worry. My call was important to them.
When I finally was answered in the order in which my call was received, she told me that those $100 tickets were only $55. WHAT!?!?! WE'RE GETTING A DEAL! And she said that they weren't along the 1st base line, they were behind home plate. YES!!! ROLL TRIBE!!! And they were way up high in the upper deck. SOLD!! WE'LL TAKE 4 of them....wait....what? No. No, we will not take them.
I tried to explain that those tickets couldn't be the ones that I (and countless friends and family who I had been talking to all morning long) knew were the magical up-close-and-endless-food tickets. But she insisted. So I asked her if she could tell me what they included. But for that, she said she was not sure. She just knew the price and section for the tickets.
Ugh! But never fear, she said, because I could always go online to their super convenient ordering site and purchase tickets 27/7. Or I could call the field box office directly and she was sure they could answer all of my questions.
So I did. And after pushing 10 more buttons, found out that the box office was closed. Until Monday.
It's Saturday. And it shouldn't be this hard.