Saturday - 9/23/06Saturday was the most awful day - although it ended well. I spent $84 on 2 concert tickets (via ticketmaster) for the "70s Funk Flashback Tour". My gripesL:
#1 - it was in a baseball field - the stage was set so far away from the bleachers you couldn't even make out the sex of the person ON IT
#2 - it was intended that you bring your own seating and sit outfield - this was never mentioned
#3 - it was HOT AS THE LAKE OF FIRE out there - but of course this heat seemed doubled and in fact was ONLY in the area the concert was to be in.
#4 - and the most serious of all.....was the fact that the artists (??) never freakin showed up!!!! We waited 4 hours before saying screw it. After much adieu, hubby formed a list of names and numbers of others rejected from having a concert experience like ourselves and is planning a lawsuit against the Promoters (yeah, that's going to be fun....geez)
Well, after much hemming and hawing, I asked and was told that ticketmaster would refund us the cost of the ticket but not any service charges (7.95)/convenience fees (2.50). Well, I called them myself and for me they're returning 37.95 - all the $$$ I paid except for the convenience fee for purchasing my tickets online. Fair enough I thought.
The day got better and sort of redeemed itself once we got home and I cooked dinner. Watching the girls play with their Dad was a plus for me also. It always is.
Sunday - 9/24/06
Okay...nothing bad really happened on Sunday. We went to Sea World and had family prayer in the car on the way there (Sorry God). Very thankful though, for what we have and are able to do. It's always a wonder that even though we're not 'rich' by anyone's standards...we have so much compared to some people. I'm not even talking about people in lower income brackets...I'm talking people at my same job. I couldn't imagine a life without vacations and special family outings. Being able to give my girls the experiences that teach them things they wouldn't otherwise know. Introducing them to worlds outside our walls and things they can not only read about but experience. Giving them opportunities for their own well rounded life experiences.
I am sometimes amazed, or find myself feeling sorry for people that I know work and work and work and work and work and work and work themselves to the bone and the only thing they ever have to show for it, or to say, is "I own a home" - not that they mean "own" because everyone's still paying that mortgage...but I digress---majorly.
I just started ranting and was about to get deep into it, so I'll stop here.