January 22, 2011

  • Mission Impossible: A date with Christopher Plummer

    All I wanted to do was give my mom what she wanted — a date with Christopher Plummer.  It had been my plan before Christmas to buy tickets for Barrymore.

    Unfortunately, because I was ill before the holidays, I wasn't able to get them.  I know, I could've bought them on Ticketmaster, but I HATE them (recall Bublé ticket fiasco) and so REFUSE to pay them the $13.63 service charge when I can get it from the box office myself.

    As indicated by my tweets , I failed abysmally yesterday.  So today, I tried again during my lunch break.  I don't know if the Fates are plotting against me or what, but today was quite the trial.

    When I emerged from Queen Station, I found myself in an arctic storm.  I had to fight hard just to keep my footing.  As I pressed on through the piercing wind and biting snow I started wondering if this was really worth the $13.96. What if I died in the snowstorm? Would anyone realize my demise?  Would anyone be able to pick up the torch and salavage the mission?

    Suddenly the storm cleared.  Perhaps I could accomplish the mission.  But the Fates would not be so easily deterred.  As unexpected as the storm soft, yet weighted objects began to fall out of the sky.  Dead birds! Thousands of birds fell from the heavens.  I ran.  I ran for what felt like miles until I reached the box office.

    At this point I was sure I had won. The box office was open, and in less than 10 minutes, I emerged triumphant having exchanged $300 for a pair of row GG Orchestra centre tickets.  Yay!!

    Merry Belated Christmas, Mom!

    Okay...so it was a few snowflakes (not an arctic storm).  And maybe it wasn't thousands of dead birds...just one, stupid, fat pigeon (it was totally alive, and thankfully I was wearing my hood because yes, it did fall on my head...but it promptly flew away after it reoriented itself).  And the miles of running was maybe 50 metres of brisk walking.  But these are just minor details.  What's important is I got the tickets.

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