Ain’t going down ’til the sun comes up: Part 2

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In part one of our story, Lincee’s infatuation with Garth Brooks’ music began. Part two embellishes the dramatic events that unfolded before the actual concert ticket purchase. Enjoy.

I remember the day well. I was in the drive-thru line purchasing a number four combo with a Diet Dr Pepper when the announcement came through loud and clear on my car radio. The rumors were true. Garth Brooks is coming to Houston.

Immediately my phone blew up. Our fearless leader Emily had been tracking (read: stalking) his website for months. And now our dreams were about to become a reality. We marked our calendars for May 8, waiting in anticipation for the day we could purchase our tickets. There were 10 of us committed to the cause. Yet only two could commit to the actual purchase of said tickets.

Me and Emily.

The pressure was tremendous. You see, tickets were sold in a raffle format. That means that every single seat in Toyota Stadium is a flat $75. Once you sign on and choose a day and time, the computer assigns you a seat based on a combination of random selection and place in line. Emily and I also prayed it up for good measure. We wanted all of our bases covered.

May 8 finally rolled around. Ticketmaster told us that we needed to be ready to order tickets at 10:00 a.m. sharp. Naturally, Emily called me two hours prior to make sure I was up and ready.

I was already hitting refresh.

Because Emily is a smart person, she read her instructional emails which mentioned a very important detail that I had skimmed right over. We had to start standing in a virtual line at 9:00 a.m. Around 8:45, Emily called to discuss timing, nervous stomachs and the reality that we may have to sit in the nose bleed section if we aren’t completely focused on the task at hand.

Suddenly, Emily tells me that her computer has changed. She’s in virtual line! And it’s only 8:54! I quickly refresh my screen. I’m in virtual line too! What does it all mean?

Who cares. I can finally go to the bathroom. Moments like these give me the runs.

Emily and I check in via text, forcing ourselves to do some actual work. But it’s no use. Soon we are back on the phone, staring at our computers in silence. Ticketmaster tells us that a small digital man will begin running across the bottom of our screens when the time comes. Emily reminds me to log-in to my account to see if I remember my password and if my information is correct. Every second we can shave off may make a difference. We wait. And wait. And wait some more.

Then the clock strikes 10:00 a.m. and my man starts running.

Lincee: THERE HE IS! MY MAN POPPED UP! DO YOU SEE YOUR MAN?
Emily: YES! I HAVE A MAN!

[pause for dramatic effect]

Emily: My man isn’t really running.
Lincee: Mine isn’t either. It’s more of a saunter.

Emily: This is not a running man. This is a walking man.
Lincee: My man is broken…

In a split second, my man began running across the bottom of my screen. I had no time to adjust. I just began screaming in Emily’s ear. I screamed helpful things, like, “What do I do?” and “How many tickets am I buying?” and “WHAT DO I DO!?!”

The screen changes. Ticketmaster asks me for my date. I choose and only one time is provided. I take it. Emily shouts encouragements from the other end. I select my tickets and choose the handy one-click button for my purchase convenience. I click a few boxes, agree to a few terms and wait for the results.

Floor. Tenth row. Section A. Lord help me.

I keep my cool because Emily is now screaming that her man is running. She goes through the same process as I did, excited to announce that she is on the floor too!

We celebrate our stellar ticket purchasing skills through a mass email with the others. This concert is going to be epic. There’s only one thing left to do.

Decide what to wear.

In the final installment of “Ain’t Going Down ‘Til the Sun Comes Up,” we’ll discuss the actual Garth Brooks concert, including times Lincee almost cried. Stay tuned!

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Janine

In ’94 my friend Nadine and I stood in the lottery line for GB tickets – we needed six. We got four together (behind the stage), and immediately decided my husband and hers would be relegated to the other two seats an aisle across from us and one row back. Martina McBride opened for Garth (could it get any better??). When it was Garth’s turn he appeared out of nowhere, lifted out of the floor singing Standing Outside the Fire. Most of the evening was all about “the old stuff” as he referred to his very best. It was heaven. At the end he sang Ain’t Goin’ Down, swinging in the air on a rope ladder. He landed smack dab in front of our two men that we had shoved aside for slightly better seats, singing at them, TWO FEET AWAY from their faces. I think I hated my husband at that moment. I can’t WAIT to read about your experience, because I’m living it right there with you right up to this point.

Laura Jean

Love this. Who wouldn’t have some bodily reaction with the anticipation for such a big moment?

Gina

I’m dying!! My friend and I had this exact experience back in March for his shows in Sacramento….except after over an hour of being in the virtual line we got no tickets. Our hearts were broken. We’d been stalking him online as he crossed the country for months, we were willing to pay TOP dollar, we were online 2 hours early, we were getting cocky about the awesome seats we were gonna get….and, no tickets. We cried, laughed, cried some more and marched right over to StubHub and paid 3x as much, but had the time of our lives. We’ll never forget the Day of GARTH. Worth every penny. And some random jerk drank my entire bottle of celebratory Fireball in the parking lot without asking and then had the nerve to ask for a ride after the concert. Memories…..

Kim
Kim

Lincee, way back in the days (1994 to be exact) I had the experience of a Garth Brooks concert. I actually got fired from my college job in order to attend this concert. My supervisor wouldn’t give me the day off so I just didn’t show up that day to work. Obviously the concert was WAAAYYY more important than the job, I mean come on I was a college kid. It was eh best concert EVER! I can only imagine what his concert would be like today! So glad you went! Can’t wait to hear the actual concert details.

Ashley
Ashley

I’m gearing up to purchase tickets on Friday for his San Jose show and remembered these 3 installments and knew I had to reread them in preparation for Friday morning!! Every tip helps (prayers, too–bases covered)!!

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