captainsblog | A Luta Continua (Reply)

Or in more precise Portuguese, A maldição continua.

The Curse of the Lion King, that is.

I previously posted about the long and tortured history of this play right after ordering tickets for it. How, every time I've gotten involved with trying to get Emily into seeing the show, Very Bad Things have happened.

Now, just now, as we speak: The Worst Ever is happening.

We went through at least half a circle of hell trying to get Em and her boyfriend into a performance of this thing before it closes its Buffalo run on Sunday. Finally, though, I managed to score two undiscounted tickets for tonight's show for them. I emailed her the details from the Ticketmonster site, put the tickets on her desk, and pretty much forgot about it all.

She came home earlier, I handed her the print-at-homeys, and went on my merry way. Obviously, I'm home now, with the kid in tears and me about ready to punch out a wall.

The goddam tickets are for Sunday. When Cam is performing in a choral show and can't go.

I LOOKED at Sunday, once, just to see what was available in our price range. Nothing was, so we settled on tonight. How the computer flipped it, I've no clue.

I called the venue. They can do nothing, although they DO have tickets if I want one for tonight. Gotta call the Ticketmonster. Their customer service rep gave me moments of hope about an exchange, before finally telling me "the client" needed to approve the exchange is not available, so, sorry.

On to the supervisor, who tells me the client actually IS the venue. The same venue I spoke with 20 minutes before.

They're exchanging them as we speak. Bless our stars and garters.

Oh, and it wasn't just us killed by this curse. When Cameron's mom ordered for her own posse, she picked a night earlier this week. A night Cameron couldn't go because he had a chorus rehearsal (ironically, for the same concert he's actually performing in during the same time as the show I screwed up and got tickets for).