An Impassioned Plea

Tomorrow is Saturday, December 8th.

Or

The Day Miley Cyrus will be in concert at the All State Arena and Fiona and Choppy will not be there because their mother sucks.

And I do. I really, really do.

I feel like I am depriving my children of the chance to see the Beatles. Or Elvis. Or my personal preference, Tim McGraw. Whom they have totally already seen. Because when someone I LOVE comes to town, I make sure that I have tickets.

But for Miley/Hannah...I tried. I really, really tried. I hopped online, only to be stuck indefinitely in the online waiting room that is Ticketmasterdotcom. I even tried to get the tickets the old fashioned way. I programmed the TM number into the phone and hit redial 14,946 times.

I called a local radio station to try and win the tickets. And when it was 1991 and I needed to get through to a station to request a certain song I needed to record off of the radio for a mix tape I was making, I never had a problem getting thru.

But now? Not so much.

Apparently, every other sucky mother out there had also honed her radio station speed dialing skills in the early nineties.

So my plea is this. If you had a spare ticket or three to the EVENT OF THE YEAR, would you consider me?

If your neighbors brother-in-law knows the guy who plays poker every Saturday night with another guy who supplies the nachos to the arena and could possible get us in during a covert nacho delivery mission, I'd be forever in your debt.

Or perhaps your sister has a great hairdresser who is divorced from a loser whose mother has a third cousin whose son's girlfriend just happens to be an usher at the venue in question and could possibly get us some spare tickets, I would really owe you big time.

Or even if you went to college with a cute tri-Delt who moved to LA and married a guy who ended up being, say, Miley Cyrus' manager, or publicist, or bus driver, for pete sakes, maybe now would be a good time to call her up and remember the good ol' days?

And maybe during your trip down memory lane with the tri-Delt you could casually mention this blogger that you know who could desperately use 3 tickets to see Miss Hannah/Miley in concert.

And then I wouldn't be the sucky mom with the slow trigger on the redial button, I'd be the really cool mom with the best bloggy readers in the whole wide world.

And to pay you back for this once in a lifetime chance to see Hannah Montana I'd even make a mix tape for you. So really, it's a win/win situation.