The day I’ve been waiting for is here (well forget about wedding day, birth of children, and of course every gameday). I got my tickets in the mail.
This was a process. Monday, I was left a note in my mailbox that I had a package, but I needed to sign for it. I could either sign to leave it at my house or pick it up at the post office. Well, the post office with my package is only open from 9-5 and closed on the weekends leaving me no way to get there. I signed to leave it my by door, but they didn’t leave it on Tuesday. Today, it was there!
I was ready. I printed out a map of the stadium with the sections so I would be ready to see just where my tickets where when my roommates called with the news. 317. Non-shade side that is often empty and right by the fraternities. Endzone. Unable to see plays. Those are horrible seats! Should I be grateful that I have seats and that they are my seats? Yes! Of course I should. But I’m not. I’m just frustrated.
On a good note, I’m booking my flight to Colorado soon!