OMG! Just bought tickets for Hamilton in April, 2019 at face value! Who the fuck plans anything that far in advance?
Friends who subscribe didn't want to see it again, so they offered us the chance to buy tickets on their account. We paid $385 each the first time from a secondary party. This time, we "only" paid $210 each for better seats. I know this is in no way frugal, but bear with me here.
I have a huge birthday coming up. Six-Zero. Oh, my! When DH asked me what I wanted to do a couple of weeks ago*, Hamilton was all I came up with. I thought it was playing in L.A., but I was wrong, bleh. It is playing in Seattle and Denver. Tickets were available, Southwest had cheap flights, and we have buttloads of IHG points for no-cost hotel room. Still, it would easily have cost more than a dozen Hamiltons. Fuck that. Which is how I ended up with Hamilton tickets in April, 2019, at which time I will be 61+. How's that for delayed gratification?
*In case you don't know (sorry to be boring if you do), his mom has ALZ and lives with us. We live more of a day-to-day existence these days. Sometimes I have no idea how I'll live through the week. Fourteen months from now? Are you kidding me?