I've never lost my faith in humanity, but sometimes I think I just kind of forget that there are some really amazing people out there. People who stick out an arm and a leg for you for no reason other than they're just generous, awesome people. Here's the story:
I had to come home to DC last weekend to be a rep at a fair. Basically, I set up my station, handed out 100 t-shirts, gave out brochures, and discussed DMA, where I worked as an instructor last summer. Saw some previous students, talked with a million parents, left with an even raspier voice than usual and overall had a pretty good time repping a pretty cool job. BUT ANYWAY...
The night before was Thursday, and I decided to drive up with my derpy friend Grant who was going to DC too. At work the day before, we decided we'd try and scalp tickets to the Mumford and Sons concert that was happening on Thursday night. We grabbed $100 each and left around 4 to make it to the 8 o'clock concert. Well, we didn't get there until 9:30 and by then, any scalpers were nowhere to be found. The concert was deafening; we were outside the arena and we could still hear every word perfectly even above all the screaming. Since the show was sold out, we tried to sweet talk some guards into letting us in, but to no avail. We walked around to the back and saw the tour buses, and a bunch of guys standing by them. From a distance, we yelled "HEY CAN WE GET IN?!?" They answered back, in british accents "Sorry mates don't think we're the ones you should be talking to..." (CLEAARLLYY Mumford and Sons friends). That didn't work, so we popped over to the caterers in the back.
This is when it gets good: We stood there for a little while, trying to figure out how fast they were getting in and if we could just slip in too. We sort of waddled up to this one guy and asked him if he needs any help. "No I'm good, thanks though!" he said. "No really DO YOU NEED ANY HELP!!???" we asked again. "Oooohh...sureeee I do! Come on over guys. By the way, I'm James," he said back, with a wink. We grabbed some of the food and carts he had and mosey on inside.
WE GOT INSIDE! Got in the building! We were holding Mumford and Sons' bananas!! We made a few trips with stuff, trying to seem inconspicuous. James tried to get us in the back doors (they were locked) and then again through some mysterious black curtains. Then...some crazy lady got on our case about not having backstage passes, so we were shooed away. James probably got in trouble, and we didn't actually see the concert, but what a great guy and what a sweet experience. James, you're my hero. I'll never forget your selflessness.
Fast forward a few days later and I get two speeding tickets driving back down to school. Funny how some people can be so nice and generous and some can be so mean and cold hearted, huh?? TWO!! Two tickets! Meh.
[^^ Editors note: I think I was cursed:
I picked Grant up on Sunday at Pentagon City Mall. While we searched for the place to validate parking, we stumbled upon lots of free samples. Being a freegan, I took advantage, even though I vowed to give up meat for lent. Some of the chicken was so good, we went through and got it twice. I slipped through unnoticed the second time, unfortunately Grant didn't. He grabbed that little toothpick, and the little sample man looked up at him, his face mangled into a confused stupor, and let out a huge "HUHHH?????" I was standing a little bit away and couldn't help but burst out laughing. I think it was that exact moment that I was cursed and got two tickets as a result.]
Also, I'm starting an experiment. I found a fortune cookie in my backpack, and I feel it has significant meaning for this moment in my life and I will figure out a way to act on it. I'll let you know how that goes. But whenever I find/get one I'm going to try and make it work. Unless it says something like "man who stands on toilet is high on pot" which in that case I'll just put it aside and wonder what I did to disrupt my ancestors.
I had to come home to DC last weekend to be a rep at a fair. Basically, I set up my station, handed out 100 t-shirts, gave out brochures, and discussed DMA, where I worked as an instructor last summer. Saw some previous students, talked with a million parents, left with an even raspier voice than usual and overall had a pretty good time repping a pretty cool job. BUT ANYWAY...
The night before was Thursday, and I decided to drive up with my derpy friend Grant who was going to DC too. At work the day before, we decided we'd try and scalp tickets to the Mumford and Sons concert that was happening on Thursday night. We grabbed $100 each and left around 4 to make it to the 8 o'clock concert. Well, we didn't get there until 9:30 and by then, any scalpers were nowhere to be found. The concert was deafening; we were outside the arena and we could still hear every word perfectly even above all the screaming. Since the show was sold out, we tried to sweet talk some guards into letting us in, but to no avail. We walked around to the back and saw the tour buses, and a bunch of guys standing by them. From a distance, we yelled "HEY CAN WE GET IN?!?" They answered back, in british accents "Sorry mates don't think we're the ones you should be talking to..." (CLEAARLLYY Mumford and Sons friends). That didn't work, so we popped over to the caterers in the back.
This is when it gets good: We stood there for a little while, trying to figure out how fast they were getting in and if we could just slip in too. We sort of waddled up to this one guy and asked him if he needs any help. "No I'm good, thanks though!" he said. "No really DO YOU NEED ANY HELP!!???" we asked again. "Oooohh...sureeee I do! Come on over guys. By the way, I'm James," he said back, with a wink. We grabbed some of the food and carts he had and mosey on inside.
WE GOT INSIDE! Got in the building! We were holding Mumford and Sons' bananas!! We made a few trips with stuff, trying to seem inconspicuous. James tried to get us in the back doors (they were locked) and then again through some mysterious black curtains. Then...some crazy lady got on our case about not having backstage passes, so we were shooed away. James probably got in trouble, and we didn't actually see the concert, but what a great guy and what a sweet experience. James, you're my hero. I'll never forget your selflessness.
Fast forward a few days later and I get two speeding tickets driving back down to school. Funny how some people can be so nice and generous and some can be so mean and cold hearted, huh?? TWO!! Two tickets! Meh.
[^^ Editors note: I think I was cursed:
I picked Grant up on Sunday at Pentagon City Mall. While we searched for the place to validate parking, we stumbled upon lots of free samples. Being a freegan, I took advantage, even though I vowed to give up meat for lent. Some of the chicken was so good, we went through and got it twice. I slipped through unnoticed the second time, unfortunately Grant didn't. He grabbed that little toothpick, and the little sample man looked up at him, his face mangled into a confused stupor, and let out a huge "HUHHH?????" I was standing a little bit away and couldn't help but burst out laughing. I think it was that exact moment that I was cursed and got two tickets as a result.]
Also, I'm starting an experiment. I found a fortune cookie in my backpack, and I feel it has significant meaning for this moment in my life and I will figure out a way to act on it. I'll let you know how that goes. But whenever I find/get one I'm going to try and make it work. Unless it says something like "man who stands on toilet is high on pot" which in that case I'll just put it aside and wonder what I did to disrupt my ancestors.
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