Yeah, I fell off the bandwagon. Again. In a complete moment of weakness, I did manage to sell my tickets and my not-quite-on-Donnie's-lap VIP package for a decent price. This is all MT's fault (MT = Former Friend). He asked if I was still going.

Chellie: (excited) Do you want to go with me?
MT: Are you fucking crazy?
Chellie: I'm just trying to re-capture my childhood.
MT: (confused) You hated your childhood.
Chellie: Shut up! You don't know!!!
MT: That's mature.

The thing about my ex-buddy MT is that he always throws that line out there. Since we were kids. That's mature. My dog died. That's mature. I think we should just be friends. That's mature. You're an asshole. That's mature. I hate you.

On and on and on. I seriously want to reach through the phone and hurt him. That's mature, right?

So, basically because he knows I'm waivering on whether or not to go he says his sister would buy the tickets. She was like five when NKOTB was in their prime but she knows a good thing when she finds it. He convinces me that I can sell her the tickets and still get my upgrade to Donnie's lap (did I mention he can be very supportive in my endeavors?). I see the wisdom of his logic so I agree and hand over my tickets to his I-still-can't-believe-she's-grown-up sister.

Here's the real bitch. No tickets. Not a fucking single ticket that I want because the seats I sold were clearly as close to Donnie's lap as I was going to get. I call him, near hysterics:

Chellie: I need my tickets back
MT: Are you fucking crazy?
Chellie: I'm serious, MT. I'm freaking out here. Sister is going to be on Donnie's lap.
MT: Please. Don't. Talk. About. My. Sister. On. Someones. Lap.
Chellie: That's mature.

I'm so screwed. And I'm sad because now I want to go. Again. He volunteers to drive me to San Antonio for their show tonight. And what? We walk around asking for tickets to the party in Donnie's pants? He was sweet for offering but the last time I took a road trip with him we ended up in Montana. On a ranch. With cows. This is what happens because Chellie didn't pay attention in Geography class.

Digression...but that was a painful and humiliating experience in my life. It's a long story and I don't really want to talk about it but just know TO THIS DAY his family still gives me shit about that trip.

So, here I am in mourning over my idiotic decision to sell my tickets without first checking to make sure I could get the upgrade I dreamed of...it's totally my own fault - but still.

I just got this text from MT:

MT: Still pissed?
Chellie: I hate you. F MF F AH F'er
MT: Are you trolling for vampires?
Chellie: Fuck off.
MT: That's mature

He's so hurt the next time I see him...