“I Just Wanted You to Know That This Was Me, Trying”
I couldn’t bear the thought of my kids missing Taylor Swift on the Eras Tour. So we flew to Munich.
I tried to get tickets to see Taylor Swift in Seattle. Ticketmaster never sent me a code.
I tried to get Taylor Swift tickets for Miami and Vancouver. I swore if Ticketmaster wouldn’t send me a code then I’d buy third party. I never got a code. Tickets were into the thousands instantly — for shitty seats — for her North American shows.
I thought I’d procured tickets to Indianapolis when a parent posted to our elementary school Facebook group. We had loads of mutual friends and she was a Seattle Public Schools teacher, so I Venmoed her $500 to hold the tickets. Turned out her account had been hacked. Neither Facebook, Venmo, nor my credit union would return the funds.
But last night in Munich, my kids and I finally, finally, saw Taylor Swift.
I have many thoughts on how stressful it all was, and what an absolute shit-show the entry/bathroom/food situation was for those of us on the field, and how my tiny 14-year-old daughter was nearly in tears during openers Paramore because she couldn’t see a thing. General admission on the floor was cool but also came with its challenges.
