Story time... I get home from the gym this morning and my mother asks me if I would be interested in coming with her on a trip to Windsor/Detroit next week to see her family as I haven't met two of her brothers. I said sure then was like oh darn I will have missed the BSB Toronto show by a day!
Plans are set in motion to take this trip when I realize that the Michigan show is on Thursday - the same day we fly in! The venue is less than an hour away. I'm thinking there's no way I'm going to be able to handle being 50 minutes away and not at the show so I take a curious glance at ticketmaster to see what is left for tickets. The first single seat I pull up is Section RT, row B. I look at the little map and....shit... row B as in ROW B. Not row B of the nosebleed section, of the main section. I've never been that close at a BSB show! I check stub hub and the closest seat is Row G for $100 over face. Impulsively, I buy the ticket.
They say its easier to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission right? Well ... sorta. My mum isn't really impressed. We are going to be there for a full week but apparently it upsets her that this is more important to me than spending time with my family. I was like its one evening. Then came how are you going to get there, you shouldn't be driving in Detroit at night, etc etc. Part of me regrets this plan and knows my life would be so much easier if I just dealt with the sadness that came from missing the show.
The other part of me is FUCKING STOKED! Since they don't want me driving at night I now have to pay for a room. Which sucks but whatever. Also my mother commented on how she didn't see why I needed to go since I'm going on the cruise and said my obsession was a bit out of control. Dude, I'm going to one freaken show. Not ten. One. Lol
There's still a little piece of me that says "don't go..." though. :/