Wednesday, September 24, 2008   11:39 PM
You're one hell of a popular bitch.ernst called in the late afternoon, to inquire if i had anymore tickets to sell for the upcoming asian cocktail event. seriously, i didnt even think they'll be any left over for him. no one calls in desperate two days before the event begging for tickets, i dont make the world go round, let alone would tickets appear in my hands.
it was chaotic. for that moment there, after he called, i knew i had to make calls to people i thought could very well have tickets left. ha ha, i so badly wanted him to go and i needed to get tickets out from thin air. the reason for his change of decisions: his girlfriend cancelled her church retreat and thus, so he could go. . . abusive; haha. he declined previously because he felt morally wrong to club while his girlfriend was in a church retreat and i thought i was the good girl. in other words, he's going because she is. bummer.
i managed to find those two tickets within a four hour span. it wasnt easy and david helped me quite a bit. previously, when i called him for any leftover tickets, he left me with a sad note. both universities had sold out all tickets to this alcoholic event. leftover tickets were sold to the general public this morning at northbridge area and everyone's sold their leftover tickets, earning slightly more than a little on commission.ha ha. ernst's only way out? buying door tickets that would cost him a bomb for two, not to mention the uncertainty of availibility of tickets.
while david called on committee members who might have tickets left reserved for close friends, i made my own calls. at about eight, we had good news. david called to say he found a friend who's willing to part with three tickets given that i pay immediately at a price of 5o for both. reasonable for late tickets.
ernst, now you owe me 50 and a present to go with the trouble.
calling me miss popular doesnt work on me.