***STORY TIME*** Throwback to DragCon!
Some of you have heard me drop tidbits of the “Sasha Egg Saga” over the course of this year, and with the arc complete, I feel that I can finally reveal its magical unfolding.
February 2018. It’s only been 1 month since my crash-landing in NYC, and the announcement for “Nightgowns” tickets goes live. The show that I’ve been waiting a year and a half to see in person, the show that officially ignited the flame for me to commit to moving across the country. I could not be more excited! But, I have a job interview overlapping the moment the tickets go on sale, so I ask my dad to snipe me a couple. Goes without a hitch, tickets in hand.
A few nights later, I get a text from him, “the show was cancelled, we have to return your tickets.” I respond immediately, and ask him to show me where it says that. He sends an email screenshot, which reads, “Plans Changed? Return your tickets now!” HE READ IT WITHOUT THE QUESTION MARK!! I call immediately, but he already returned them?!??!!? I’m crying, he’s furious with himself, we’re freaking out, he apologizes profusely, as he’s been with me on this journey closer than anyone and knows how important it is to me. We have a long heartfelt conversation, and I end it with the intention to call the theater, to at least name the confusing verbiage. No expectation for my own benefit, just so that it doesn't happen to anyone else.
The next morning, after allowing myself to wallow in bed for a couple hours, I call the theater, my fingers trembling. I explain what happened, and the voice on the other end responds, “How awful! Sasha’s show is unlike anything else, and shouldn’t be missed for such a simple mistake. We are getting your tickets back. How many did you have?” “Two,” I squeak, through sniffles.
“Great! They will be staff comped, and will appear in your email shortly. Could you please respond with a screenshot of the email, and your explanation, so I may forward it to someone who can fix it?” (cont. in comment)