I am such a bad mom and a terrible role model for Stephanie... We had general admission tickets for both concerts, which basically means first come, first serve, no pushing or shoving please. We got to Houston a day early and checked into the motel. The day of the concert, we left early to stand in line at the arena. One of the organizers had a sharpie and was numbering people on the backs of their hands in the order we got there, and then when they opened the doors everyone was supposed to go in as close to numerical order as possible. Steph and I were numbers 137 and 138. The doors opened, we got in and right up to the stage, but I noticed at some point that the guys standing right behind us had numbers 400-something on their hands. So in theory, the number system was a good idea; but in reality, it just didnt work. We spent another night in Houston and then left for Dallas the following morning. We drove for three hours and finally got checked into our hotel. After a quick rest and an outfit change, we left for the Dallas arena. We spent almost 30 minutes driving around just trying to find where to park - most of the parking lots were either cordoned off or had big signs saying no event parking. After a very frustrating half hour (but thats another story), we finally got parked and went to join the line in the parking garage. Talk about a total shambles. No one seemed to know who was in charge - not even security - but one tiny girl with a big mouth who acted in charge informed us that they were not doing numbers on the hands and to go join the back of the line. The back of the line was about 400 people deep. As we were walking, we noticed that people DID have numbers on the back of their hands though. So Steph was hurrying to join the back of the line so she would only be #400 in the door and not #500, and I could see the growing look of despair and frustration on her face. I could also see people randomly coming and going from all parts of the line. So I told Steph NOT to go to the back of the line, and I started walking back up towards the front, looking at peoples numbers the whole time. When I saw a group of people who had numbers 160-something, I casually joined in. Steph was near panic-stricken, but I whispered to her, as far as anyone is concerned, were #137 and #138. You see, we still had the numbers on the backs of our hands from Houston. ;) Absolutely no one cared except for Steph and the small girl with the big mouth, but we just avoided her while we were in the parking garage and she was trying to put everyone in numerical order. And once we were actually in the arena, it was a free-for-all just like at Houston. So alls well that ends well. Even if I am a bad mom...
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 14:51:51 +0000
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