Saturday, February 12, 2011

Love is the ritual.


I don't much care for will call. If given an option other than printing a "ticket" out on a flimsy piece of white paper by myself, I'm there in an instant. I don't even get terribly excited about being on a list that someone maybe remembered to put me on. If I have to order the ticket online (hey, it happens), I will do so far enough in advance that the ticket is mailed to me in a stamped envelope. It usually doesn't cost a penny more ... just some old-fashioned anticipation and patience. I'll take it out and put it on my refrigerator with a magnet and I can get reminded of the event/concert/wrestling match/play pretty much every day I decide to eat food. There's a thrill in that, too. I'll slip my cardboardish ticket into my wallet and pass by the long will call line and ticket buyers the night of the performance and hand it over to a real live person for a look see and scan and then slip it in my back pocket and head into the fray. Does all of this heighten the experience for me? Yeah. It certainly does.

2 comments:

Shari said...

Ah! I thought I was the only one who does this! I don't do it with airplane tickets, but I'm not gonna lie and say I don't check the ticket details in my email every few days! :)

Naomi Miles said...

Me too! I feel deprived if there is not ticket, and I love to look at it while counting down the days.