I'm sooooooo done dealing with my parents - fuck 'em and fuck 'em hard!
My mom's boss (Mary) has her "ins" with the Minnesota Ballet so I always get my tickets to the Nutcracker through her. I tell my mom to tell her boss, the tickets show up at my house, and I mail her a check - done! But get THIS, the following was an email I got from my mother this morning:
"Mary said something that the first night when the critics are there is usually the best plus it is opening night.
She says she is not as involved this year and has not mentioned it since.
My suggestion is that you just get your own tickets for the first night and you know the seating as well as anybody.
I don't have time to be the go between to get you there, or you call Mary yourself.
MOM"
What the FUCK is up with that?!? Would it have been sooooooo hard to just tell me to order them myself a month ago when we first spoke of this? Musta been because somebody decided to string me along for weeks just to crap on me.
I wrote her a somewhat nasty email back about how dissappointed I was and that it was probably my fault because I should know better than to ask her to go out of her way to do anything nice for anyone other than herself and my father. I haven't heard back from her yet and I don't expect that I will anytime soon.
I'm perfectly willing to take another turn at being the least favorite daughter again. Congratulations Rachel, you're back in the #1 spot.
I tried to get tickets online but because the tickets have been on sale since 10/21 and EVERYBODY wants the opening night performance with the good dancers things were pretty booked. All I could find was the very front row (neck cramps!) or waaaaaay to the sides next to the wall where you can't see shit.
I finally called the box office and a nice lady was able to get us into row U (I normally like being somewhere between G and L) for 37 freaking dollars each.
I shared my problems/complaints with Justin via email and it included me wondering WHY I haven't learned from my mother's previous actions. He simply reminded me that "we are taught a lesson until it is learned" and he's right. I learned a long time ago not to depend on my parents for important things and I guess it just took me until today to realize that I can't count on them to follow through with anything no matter how small.
So boys and girls, what have we learned today? That's right, Erica's parents suck major ass and she has the bestest boyfriend in the world...