First of all, let me say that people in the south sometimes have negative vibes from those of us we might refer to as yankees. I've been guilty myself---sometimes thinking that those from the northern states tend to be a bit more curt with their words and just not naturally ingrained with that good ole southern hospitality. After yesterday, I have to say there are some very nice northern folk too!
I had planned for weeks to go to see Kenny Chesney, but I thought I'd fair better by waiting to buy tickets for a Thursday show from ebay since I wanted good seats. There was a problem with that. My husband ended up not being able to go, and my friend I asked couldn't decide....so I kept waiting and missed out on several pretty good offers. But, all things happen for a reason right?
As I lay in bed last night, I couldn't help but think that good karma, or whatever you want to call it had come back to me. A little over a year ago I ended up with 3 sets of tickets to a certain show. I wasn't able to sell the other two pairs, so I gave one set to a relative...but the other set I gave to complete strangers. I placed an ad offering them to whomever could give me the best story and I chose a person to give them to (you can click the link to read the story). Well, yesterday, the karma paid me back.
I was desperately searching last minute for tickets, but either they were far too overpriced or not good enough for me to warrant buying them. I have a friend that plays for LeAnn Rimes (opened for Kenny) and I had hoped to catch the show to be able to see him. I ran across an ad that a guy placed that said he had front row tickets. He was apparently going, but he had an extra ticket to either sell or "give away". I inquired about purchasing the ticket, but the price he paid was too steep for me and I indicated as such. After many emails back and forth, he said he'd let me know. As it turned out, in the afternoon he called and said if I wanted to go, I could. He said the amount didn't matter. If I was ok with meeting at the show, let him know. I struggled. It was a stranger. I made it very clear that I was married and was not looking for a date. He was also married. Finally, I decided this was an opportunity I just couldn't pass up...a front row seat. So...I did it. As it turned out, the man was very nice...and normal. He wouldn't take my money, and all I promised was to send him the great photos I was able to take as a result of his generosity. I hope he thinks it was a good trade-off. So, to the yankees out there...you've proven to be some nice folks. Hope we southerners still offer the hospitality we claim.
Incidentally, I came home with a knot on my head. Seems my friend (Will) who plays drums tossed his drumsticks to me (I had requested them) and one bounced right off my head. What a souvenir, huh?
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