The Chappelle Show

9:40am-- Yesterday I witnessed history. Since inaugural day of Target Field—April 12^th, 2010—the Twins have tried to win a series of games against The Bronx Bombers six different times. Each attempt to win at least two of three games ended in disaster, until yesterday. For my eleventh game of the year I watched the Twins trounce the Yankees 6-1. All of the action happened in the second inning including a three-run homer by one of our All-Stars Miguel Sano. It was a fun, fast-paced game with great pitching and stellar defense. The Twins are now 5-6 while I’ve been in attendance this year.

Hoping the positivity from yesterday will flow over to today, I will be once again trying to get tickets to see my comedic hero, Dave Chappelle. He came last year and I waited by the computer on Ticketmaster, and the tickets were sold out before I could even get in the electronic queue. Tickets to see him perform this time at The Icehouce—the Eat Street music/cocktail club that holds around 200 people—go on sale in 14 minutes. I think tickets will be even harder to come by this time because of the limited seating, but I must try. You will see my elation or frustration in just moments, although it will all appear as one post to you. So, until then, I will watch Netflix and chill. Stay tuned.

 

10:01 Total frustration. I even had a friend try from her computer at another location, and it would appear that we have been double-denied. No queue, no glimmer of a spot in line, only complete denial. It’s like Beck all over again. There must be a secret trick or some kind of special way people get into these things. Mark my words, I will see Chappelle someday, and I will cross his name off of my list. I don’t mean the other list, “The murder List.” I mean the bucket list. My bucket list of performers is small and includes David Gilmour, Dave Chappelle, and The Beatles. I can’t ever seem to find tickets for any of these artists, although I am willing to someday travel to England to see David Gilmour. I am also willing to go to New York again someday just to see Dave Chappelle where he seems to perform most often. As far as The Beatles, well, there’s always YouTube.

 

I’ve been going back and forth from Word to Ticketmaster, in hopes of hitting “refresh” and getting a miracle jackpot, but no dice. I’m not actually angry or upset, because holding resentment against something out of my control is useless and will get me nowhere. I know I tried my best and was given the same chance as everybody else. I know that someday I will have the means and the ability and the drive to track these artists down and give them my full attention because of everything I do in order to keep sanity in my life. If I keep working at it, anything is possible. Well, except for shitting out of my eyeballs. I can try and pray and hope, but no matter what I do, I cannot poop from my eyes.