Tickets (Or, I Wasn't Swift Enough For Them!)

D is an uber-fan of Taylor Swift, so when we found out that she had a concert here in Manila, and our company is one of the major sponsors, I knew I had to get him tickets.

I asked, through my boss, our COO, for two tickets. I didn’t ask for complimentary tickets; I told him I was willing to pay. Given the unusually high demand for the concert tickets (sold out within days!), he said he’ll get back to us (I wasn’t the only employee buying tickets through him) on Feb. 14. Monday came, and he told us that the ticket situation looked grim; we all thought that was it, no more tickets.

Then Friday morning came, and lo and behold! For some miraculous reason, there were a total of 8 tickets still available for selling. I immediately grabbed two, even though they were SRO tickets. And so this is how D and I will celebrate our monthsary this Saturday evening:

But that’s not really the point of this particular episode of The McVie Show.

You see, later that evening I, along with the rest of my officemates, was at our department head’s residence, celebrating her birthday. We were all having fun, enjoying the overflowing food and drinks, when she suddenly announced: “Hey peeps, I have three free tickets to Chippendales tomorrow night. Who wants?”

Time literally stopped. For me.

Most of the people at the party were straight guys and girls.

Most of the girls were either married or were too young and embarrassed to be seen watching a Chippendales show.

I was the only openly gay guy in attendance.

The Chippendales tickets were for Saturday night too. The show is at 7:30pm. Taylor’s concert is at 8pm.

And then Time started again.

Tick. Taylor.

Tock. Chippendales.

Tick. Taylor.

Tock. Chippendales.

Tick. Taylor.

Tock. Chippendales.

Tick. Taylor.

Tock. On the clock. But the party don’t stop, no... wait, that’s Ke$ha.

Before I could decide, a female officemate raised her hand and said, “Me! Me! Give ‘em to me! I’ll bring my friends.” She is in her late twenties; she went to the U.S. for college, and she’s the type who won’t mind being seen at a Chippendales show.

Later that night I told D of my ticket dilemma. He slapped my arm and said, “You should have gotten the Chippendale tickets! You could have given them to our friends!”

Oh well.