Last night Jess and I went out to Tim’s Wood Oven Pizza here in Omaha to see if we could win better tickets than we already had to the Foo Fighters show tonight (thanks, 89.7 the River!). I’ll have another post later on talking about the food/service at Tim’s (in a word: Horrible. In four words: Not at all fresh), but this post is about our upcoming concert tonight!
We had originally purchased General Admission tickets, but there was a chance to win Reserved or Club seating, along with back stage passes, so we entered the contest. Long story short, we won some nice reserved seating (awesome!) and I gave our other tickets to a co-worker (bonus!). Check it:
Awesome! Turns out we can bring a camera (as long as it’s not a “professional” one), so I’ll be taking shots with my crappy digital cam, rather than the D50 I usually use.
Now, one minor rant… last night there was one winner who went up, and won Club seats. Now, she made a huge fuss about it, to the point where they even kind of made fun of her over the mike. The lady causing all the trouble was sitting by us and had wanted back stage passes to meet Dave Grohl. She did not win them. Boo hoo. She made such a huge fuss that people from the River actually went and talked with her. Huge annoying story short, they traded her her tickets for the backstage passes. Now, you’d think that would make the lady satisfied, but no. She wanted more passes for her friend (who was also with her), so they waited for someone else to actually win the backstage pass, then followed them (they, too, were sitting by us) and tried to get their passes. The guy basically told them to get lost, then he left. It just pissed me off to see someone show up, assume they’d win the big prize, win something (which most people didn’t… many left empty handed), then complain about it until they strike a deal to get the big prize. That’s not how things are supposed to work, that isn’t how life works, yet she managed to get what she wanted after all. So annoying. I bet the other patrons would be damn upset to know that they missed out on back stage passes just because someone wanted them “really really bad”.
The only other thing to come from last night was me slipping on a patch of ice and doing a number on my ribs/hip/shin. Nothing makes a day end quite like searing pain. Oh well, today seems to be working out better! Now, just 3.5 hours left until show time… come onnnnn time… move faster!!!
