I’m so happy I could die.
I’m going to see Ghost in concert again. AGAIN! Twice in less than a year. Hard working, hard rocking Swedes! I’m hoping for no repeats of last time… Barf.
But not only am I going to see Ghost, I got the meet and greet package. Buying the ticket almost gave me diarrhea, I was seriously nervous and stressed they’d sell out. I switched breaks with my colleague so I could be ready to go at 10 AM. I scrambled to my friends office and jumped through all the Ticketmaster hoops. My train of thought through the ordeal went something like this:
NO!!!! I’M NOT A ROBOT AND I CANNOT MAKE OUT THE WAVY LINES AS LETTERS!!!! OMG I’LL NEVER HUG THE NAMELESS GHOULS AND PAPA EMERITUS III!!!! OMG OMG THIS IS GOD PUNISHING ME FOR LIKING THIS MUSIC OMG PLEASE TAKE MY MONEY SO I CAN SEE GHOST!!!! PLEAAAAAAAASEEEEEE!!!!
I did figure out the wavy lines, the meet and greet tickets sold out, but not immediately. I bought the ticket what feels like ages ago. Like a lifetime ago. It arrived quickly, but I’m miserable. See below.
It’s been torturous for everyone- me because I have to wait until late next month for the show. It’s torture for my friends and family because I can do nothing more than chatter away about Ghost.
“GHOST GHOST GHOST NAMELESS GHOULS SPECIAL GHOUL GHOST GHOST GHOST GHOULS GHOULS PAPA EMERITUS III GHOST!”
What’s better is that two very good, super kind friends jumped onboard to go to the show with me. They humor me because they love me. I feel very lucky.
Also insane, but who cares?