At noon today, I spent an hour on the computer while G manned the telephone in the livingroom. Goal?: purchase tickets for Madonna in Montreal.
Success rate: Zero, nada, zilch, squat, dick-all.
While I was caught up in Admission.com hell waiting, G finally did get a live voice about 12:55, but oh, the sadness … tickets for the first concert (and the second concert they added) sold out in 7 (yes, seven) minutes. Wah, wah, wah.
We then tried to get tickets for Her Royal Pain-in-the-Butt (sorry Madonna, I’m pissed) in Las Vegas, which went on sale at 1:00pm our time. Again, no luck.
Tickets for her concert in New York City goes on sale Sunday at 9am; Boston and Philly go on sale Monday at 9:00am but as I’ll be in my dentist’s chair at the time.
I guess I have to face it, I’m SOL.
Biatch.
However, we did console ourselves with a romp in the bed so something came (pardon the pun) of this (mis)adventure.
Saturday’s movie: Mrs. Henderson Presents
Blee and I went to see this movie this afternoon at the Regent. I thoroughly enjoyed it: fun, funny, entertaining, sentimental, great acting, a smattering of full frontal male nudity, and a little tragedy thrown in. I thought of my papa and the stories he often tells of growing up in the UK during World War II. Solid 8 of 10 for me.
Saturday’s restaurant: O-Mei
Up in Richmond Hill and packed, packed, packed! Food was good. Blee, G and I ordered off the chinese menu … sort of a mystery meal but good. I loved the mushroom soup; oysters in a ginger, green onion sauce; and a great whole fish. I believe O-Mei has a second restaurant down at Steeles/Yonge.
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