I really, really want to go. So do at least some of my co-bloggers.
So much so, in fact, that we're trying to score tickets....
When I first read the news, and then looked at the calendar I immediately dismissed the idea. It's 4th of July weekend, and I have my girls. But the idea was not easily dismiss-able. It kept creeping in. Often. And loudly. The last 3 shows? Ever? This is American history, and a part of my youth. Could there possibly be a way to get there?
I was emailing with Jacquie, and Facebook messaging with numerous others. People were pretty excited.
I told myself I'd buy a lotto ticket and if I won I'd take the whole damn family. (My teen's head would explode at a Dead show. My youngest would try to join the tour.) If I didn't win, I'd try to get there solo.
|Sorry, kids, we didn't win. But I'll only be gone a couple of days....|
But wait, could I even afford to get there myself? Well, yes, 'cause lookie here, look what came in the mail just a few days ago -- a check from some freelance writing.
|Admittedly, it's not going to pay for my whole trip, but it should cover the ticket costs.|
So, ok, just me going to Chicago in July and tickets are paid for.... There was nothing left to do but read and watch all the instructions the GDTS put on its websiste about its honest-to-god, throw-back mail order. Old school -- you know, the way we used to have to score the good tickets, well, that or waiting anxiously outside record and department stores then running to the giant ticket machine at 10 am when they unlocked the door, to try to be first in line. There was no online ordering. (And although the Dead will be offering online ordering for the July shows, it's not available until after their mail order.)
I have to admit, though, the whole mail order gig, although awesome and fun, made me anxious. So many instructions, so many possibilities to fuck it up. I did, however, by another twist of fate, know exactly where some 3x5 index cards were, as I had just had to dig them up for my daughter's (allowed) science cheat sheet a few nights ago. So, with envelopes and 3x5 card properly filled out I headed to the post office on Tuesday, to get the 5 money orders I needed to make my ticket request.
|In retrospect, I should have done 7, would have had a better chance of getting tickets, but too late now.|
|Stolen from Internet, but WOW, right? (Oh, look, good, this isn't for the Chicago shows!)|
|Also stolen, especially for Ellie, Jacquie, and Julie!|
|This one is Mary Ann's envelope front|
|And her back. Pretty sure she's going to score good tix!|
In addition to the feeling of inferiority at my envelope's nakedness and my angst of the overall mail order preparation was a giant dose of nostalgia. I've been in contact with quite a few peeps about the shows, and the people and conversations take me right back. To the mid- 1980s - mid 1990s, which unbelievably, is 20 - 30 years ago.
I decided to drag out the envelope full of old tickets stubs, just for fun.
|Look at these mail order beauties! Wow.|
And although these are not in any way pretty, they are from the same Europe 1990 tour and crack me up because they're from the London shows, and they say, like you would expect while in the UK, to be prompt!
We were not necessarily an on-time bunch:
But I digress, back to mail order tickets:
|Look at these less impressive, but still sparkly and awesome mail order stubs.|
How about a close up of the last shows that I saw at Soldier field:
|You know, with Sting as the opening act!|
|Here's the Teletron stub from the AIDS benefit that was held in the Oakland Coliseum on my 21st birthday. CCR, John Fogarty, Tracy Chapman, and the Dead. Not too shabby of a 21st if I do say so myself.|
And here's a pile of all of the rest of them.
|90 in total, I definitely need a few more.|
Hope to see you all in Chicago!