Dear Scott...

I was mad at you. It was a dirty, rotten trick you played on me yesterday morning. You KNEW it was my Christmas. You KNEW I was so excited I could hardly sit still. And still you chose to do this to me:

I'm so sorry to send this to you. You can try calling but I suspect they'll be gone.
-Scott -

-----Original Message-----
From: EDITED
Sent: Tuesday, April 28, 2009 8:22 AM
To:EDITED
Subject: Performance Cancellation 4/28/09

Your Mom is going to be super disappointed.
-Lorisa

-----Original Message-----
From: boxoffice@arttix.org
Sent: Tuesday, April 28, 2009 12:10 AM
To: EDITED
Subject: Performance Cancellation 4/28/09

Due to a gas leak at the Capitol Theater discovered after last night's performance, the Tuesday (4/28/09) and Wednesday (4/29/09) performances of Wicked will be cancelled. Ticket holders should call EDITED immediately for refunds or re-ticketing options. This performance will not be rescheduled and only 100 tickets were held for reserve. Tickets will be sold at face value to the first 100 callers.

Our apologies,
ArtTix

When you walked to my office space, you KNEW I wouldn't see the grin on your face because my head was in my hands.

To your credit (and this might have saved your life) you put me out of my misery quickly by answering YOUR phone with "This is Scott, and I just got you GOOD." My heart didn't stop pounding for a long time.

Your life is saved, and now that we've seen the play, all is forgiven. Thank you for offering to purchase tickets for me so I could get the discounted rate. Thank you for staying online with me ALL. MORNING. LONG. on Halloween Day trying to get tickets. Thank you for going to ArtTix to pick up tickets when we were unable to make the online thing work. Thank you for being excited for us. Thank you for remembering that yesterday was Christmas (even if you did pull a rotten trick). Thank you for asking me first thing this morning how it was. Thank you for not ruining some of the plot twists, especially the ending. Thank you for not rolling your eyes when I sing along with "Popular."

You are a cherished friend, and now I will forever connect you with this awesome play!

Love,

Aundrea

Merry Christmas!

About 45 minutes ago our children left to celebrate Christmas. They got into the van (Briana has a driver's license, remember?) and followed the directions they looked up on Google to find the Capitol Theatre, where they are seeing "Wicked."

Scott knew that I was a "Wicked" fan. OK, I've never seen the show, but I love the music!. So when his bank emailed him (and all their other clients) and said they were pre-selling "Wicked" tickets at a discounted price, he asked if I wanted to get some through him. The tickets went on sale on Halloween Day. You should have seen the two of us, trying to get online to purchase tickets--along with about 90% of Salt Lake City's population--and getting kicked off over and over again. He finally drove to ArtTix on his lunch break and bought 6 tickets for me. (Have I ever mentioned how much I love the people I work with?)

Unfortunately, it was impossible to get six tickets all on the same date. So he got four for April 11th, and two for April 28th. And none of the seats are next to one another. But here's the thing--I didn't care! I was going to finally see Wicked!

I saved the tickets and we gave them to our children for Christmas. You need to know that these tickets, a ceramic pot made by their dad, and a trip to Grandpa and Grandma's in California were ALL we gave our children. So I was really excited for them to see their tickets. The boys didn't react at all (quite disappointing), but the girls both literally tackled me and covered my face with kisses. My best Christmas EVER! Ever since then we have looking forward to today.

However, Landon had a sleepover last night (read: didn't sleep at all); Bri and Ash stayed out till 1:00 a.m. last night; and Taylor's just a 16-year-old boy who doesn't get too worked up over anything. So they all went "bumming" out the door (Spencer said), while we waved and watched them go. And we still have 17 days to wait for our turn to see the play.

I swear, if SOMEONE doesn't come home THRILLED by this experience, I may cry. Oh, how I hope they have a wonderful time!

Merry Christmas, kids!