So, we were supposed to go to the Gotham Girls roller derby championship last night, and then have a make-up date at Serendipity III since last time we went during ReNYC I was drunk as a skunk and was convinced someone famous was in the limo behind me so was screaming at the top of my lungs and called people I didn’t know Bitch.
But, the universe had other plans. I was cleaning my desk where I keep all of my tickets for all of the upcoming events that I attend. The tickets for this event were actual tickets, the kind that come in the mail, the kind that are originals, the kind you can’t just print again. And I NEVER do that for that very reason, but for some reason I chose to get the kind that are originals rather than printing my own on my own printer. So when I couldn’t find the tickets on my desk I went through the entire ginormous stack of to-be-shredded mail — not there either. And I started to panic and walked my head right into a full-blown stress migraine.
Dawg came home from working a hospice patient move and the second sentence out of his mouth was, “what’s wrong?” I’m pretty sure I started crying through saying that I had lost the tickets. He gave me a hug and asked if I wanted to take a nap with him. We went to sleep for several hours. At 5:30pm I woke up with a splitting headache, the kind where it feels like someone has carved your skull off and is sticking knives into your grey matter. That hurts a lot, by the way. And my neck was so sore I couldn’t stand it. I tried to manage the pain myself for a while, put a hot towel on my neck, but eventually I gave in and sat on the edge of the bed and woke Dawg up. He came out of his foggy grog to ask me what was wrong and I started bawling.
An unnecessarily long story short, we weren’t going anywhere. My head was not suitable for light, sound, or audio stimulation. So, instead of going to roller derby, Dawg made me a mini pizza and we sat in the dark on the living room couch and watched The Proposal on low volume while the Excedrin and Tylenol kicked into my brain.
Never did find those tickets, probably will sometime in 2010. Thankfully the other tickets that were lost with them (VT plane tickets and West Side story tickets, total combined value of ~$750) were the kind I printed on my printer so I can just do a reprint of those.
I am so glad that Dawg’s there to help you, though.
Still – migraines and missing tickets completely sucks.
I’m glad you’re feeling a little better and could reprint some of the tickets. Sometimes life just kicks you in the ass and then has someone special there to help you pick up the pieces. I’m glad you gots a Dawg. ***HUGS***
Awwww honey! I’m sorry you were feeling poorly. There will be more derby in the future! Good thing Dawg was there!
The boys and I have “The Proposal” on our eventing viewing schedule tonight. (They don’t know it yet, but that’s how it’s going to play out.)
I hate when I stress myself into a migraine. I hate migraines. I’m sorry.
Did you like The Proposal? I loved it.
That movie was one of my favorites of 2009. And since it’s almost 2010, that’s saying something. I had no idea that Sandra Bullock is quite so beautiful naked.
Migraines suck! I’m sorry
I haven’t seen the Proposal yet, so I’ll have to give it a try.
I actually have a special spot at the house for entertainment tickets. I don’t put my car keys in the same bowl every night when I get home, but I don’t lose tickets because of precisely how you felt by doing it. Gadzooks that must have sucked.
But the other thing I took away from this story is an obnoxious drunk Poppy screaming at passersby. Someone have that on video?
I think Georgie stole them.
And Sandra Bullock was gorgeous in that movie.
Was The Proposal good? I hate headaches. Awful.
It’s nice to have someone to take care of you when you need it, isn’t it?
Oh, I hate those kinds of headaches…
I worked in the ticket offices for several different organizations in my sordid past–records are kept, and duplicate tickets can be made–even when they’re done the old-fashioned way. People lose them all the time–never hesitate to call and ask for replacements.
Liz, thank you SO much for telling me that. Luckily the $750 worth of tickets (I totalled it, it’s actually more) are both accounted for by reprints from PDFs. PHEW.