A couple of weeks before Christmas the hockey arena started advertising for this:
I mentioned it to my sister, since we’re both dorky Disney fans, and promised her we could go. Fast forward to after the new year when I looked up tickets.
Ok, those are for the VIP premium-feel-the-spray-of-the-ice seats, but still. For Disney on Ice?
Kari’s not known for her great memory, so I figured I could just… not mention it and the performance would pass by. I know, I’m a horrible sister.
And karma doesn’t like bad sisters. This past Sunday while at the hockey game Kari turned around suddenly and informed me:
“I can’t wait for Disney on Ice. You’re the best sister in the whole wide world. I love you so much Kelly.” Then she gave me one of her rib-crushing hugs.
So I spent about 2 hours on TicketMaster.com looking up seats. They kept offering me the same 2 seats, no matter how many times I searched. Right next to the stage, on the ice, where we’d have limited view of everything on the right half of the ice. And they wanted $25 a pop for them. Um… no?
Yesterday I drove my lazy arse all the way to the hockey-rink to buy tickets directly, so I could pick out our seats. $50 later I had seats here:
Center ice, on the aisle, 4 rows back from the ice.
Is it really dorky that I’m excited?