This is my sob story: For as little as I post, I thought I'm entitled one big long fukken message. About a week and a half ago, I went online to order tickets for the PVD show. I busy working while going through the order process, put it on my card and got a confirmation which I copied and put into an outlook message, which is something I normally do. Now things have been busy since, working this new job, getting the kids on schedule, and w/ my trip to Oregon, it doesn't occur to me that the tickets have not come in the mail. Anyway, Mrs Der informs me 2 days ago that we still haven't rec'd them and that there is the charge on our account, so okay, "take care of it der." Yesterday, I call ticketmaster to find out what the holdup is and they ask for a confirmation number. Here's me looking through outlook messages trying to find the confirmation number: "where the fuk is it!!?" Okay, so I don't have the confirmation number. Transfer over to customer service for dumb customers. "Can I have you credit card number? (minute lapse) "What is your last name?" (minute lapse) "what is your first name?" (another min) "what is the event?" (that's 4 now). "Sir, we don't have an order for you." It's like I just imagined the order process. No record of my order at all. I musta dreamt the whole thing. No confirmation on my computer. Really, I searched the thing. So after a lot of pissing and moaning, I tell them to at least take the charge off my account. "We didn't charge your account sir." Okay, bitch and whine now. Call back Mrs Der and Mrs Der says, "I never said it was on our account." Like I was just dreaming the whole thing. It wasn't on our account. Really, it comes down to my word vs all factual evidence. I didn't make the order. It musta been in a dream. Now, I'm making plans for the time I thought I'd be at the PVD show tonight. I'll be working on an outfit for the 18th or on a project in the basement while Mrs Der is trying to hook her and a friend up w/ tickets at the HOB. Bottom line being: I'm not going to what may possibly be the best show of the year. Fuk Oakey, fuk diggey, This is PVD, and I'm not going. On the bbs's, people are all over looking for tickets. I've already accepted the fact that I'm not going. I'm not taking a trip downtown for the mere chance of scoring tickets. I'll just have a few beers and do some studying or something. The only way I'm going now is if someone in my office scores a tick and will sell it to me, but I'd give it to Mrs Der cuz she's more stoked to go than I. but then, that's something that would only happen in my dreams.