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There's a New Hero In Town

If you read Saturday's post, you know I was in the depths of despair...figuratively speaking, anyway. Hopefully I garnered a little sympathy from ya'll. After I realized that my dad was not going to see Garrison Keillor as I had promised, I decided that I had to have those tickets. I was prepared to beg, borrow or steal for them. Almost. That is until I realized that there were many tickets to be had by scalpers from all over town. I could easily get a $30 ticket for $150 or more. Then I got a little irked. Only a little. But mostly I got stubborn.

I began to stew & fret, fuss & fume. It was a day of distraction. I did not get a lot done--in the productive sense anyway. I did get a lot done in the realm of surfing the web trying to get those tickets. I was on a mission. And I was not finding success.

About 10pm I got the bright idea of checking Craig's List. I put down my magazine, crawled out of bed and booted up the computer. And there he was. Mr. D--the guy who saved the day. He's the one who preserved my spot as the "girl who can come up with a clever gift for the dad who has everything" daughter. Just happens that he has two tickets, good seats at that, and he's not using them! The competition was fierce for those two lone seats, but apparently there were no others groveling and whining on their blogs about how they really, really, really wanted 2 tickets for their dad's birthday. So he took pity on me. He's selling them to me. And so he's my favorite person for today.
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Cindy Swanson said…
Congrats on getting the tickets! Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my blog. Yours looks great! I think it's so cool that you kickbox. :)
9/23/2007 4:28 PM
Misty said…
Glad you got the tickets!! It is hard to find gifts for ones who don't need anything! Have a great week :-)
9/23/2007 5:07 PM
Unknown said…
I'm so happy for you Jennifer and I'm so glad you didn't give up! How cool is that!!! And your dad is going to absolutely LOVE his birthday gift!
9/23/2007 5:27 PM
Melanie said…
I'm so glad you were able to get the tickets! The bower of the blog....
9/24/2007 4:19 PM
laurie said…
That is a cool gift. I feel the same way trying to get my dad something. If they don't already have it chances are they don't want it. I've heard of Craig's List but I'm afraid I don't know what that is.
9/25/2007 8:42 PM
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