In My Head
My mom and I usually take a trip together every year. It's pretty fun, a nice bonding experience, and we somehow manage not to kill each other by the end of our vacation. In 2003, we went to Las Vegas and the Grand Canyon. In 2004, we drove up to Niagara Falls and then on to Toronto. Last year, we didn't take a trip because of the time and expense constraints (mine) associated with moving into a new house.
Just a few weekends ago, while we were out shopping together, the topic of this year's potential trip came up in our conversation. We both agreed that we wanted to go somewhere...but couldn't really figure out where we wanted to go.
As we drove from place to place, discussing what we should do, Michael Buble's latest CD played in the background. I introduced my mom to his music a few months ago, and I'm almost sorry that I did. She is IN LOVE with this guy, who's my age, by the way. I mean, she behaves like a hormonal teenager in a Beatlemania-type induced trance whenever she talks about him. It's kind of creepy, actually.
But after thinking about it, I decided to surprise my mom last week. I was crawling the web and happened upon Michael Buble's website. Lo and behold, he is in the midst of touring right now. In fact, he's playing the Borgata Casino in Atlantic City in early March! I rushed over to Ticketmaster.com to see if I could score a couple tickets to his show...but it was sold out. In TWO DAYS. Amazing, considering he's not exactly mainstream. Bummer.
So I searched his name on Ticketmaster's general search. Turns out that the only concert not sold out is in April at the Turning Stone Casino near Syracuse, NY, which is about a four-hour drive from here. It's not my first pick for a vacation, but my mom's worth it, and I knew she would be totally psyched to go. So I took a chance and bought two tickets, plus went to the casino's website and booked a room for one night.
I could barely contain my excitement after my purchases. I called my parents' house to share the news, but she wasn't home from work yet. I waited in agony for her to call me back. Finally, my phone rang several hours later, and I set her up perfectly.
After making the normal small talk, I said, "So, you know how we were talking about what to do for our trip this year?"
She said, "Yeah..."
"I made an executive decision about it tonight," I said, hardly able to keep the glee out of my voice.
Her tone took on an alarmed edge. "WHAT?"
I said, "I booked a night at the Turning Stone Casino and Resort in upstate New York in April."
"You did WHAT?" Hoo boy. Now she was reeeeally upset. "Why the hell would I want to go there? Can you cancel the reservation?"
Clearing my throat, I said, "Well, I did book it for a reason. Do you know why I booked it?"
"No, I don't, and frankly, I'm pretty pissed that you..." she began.
I cut her right off before she went into full tirade mode. "BECAUSE WE'RE GOING TO SEE MICHAEL BUBLE IN CONCERT THERE!" I shrieked.
She gave me the EXACT reaction I'd hoped for. She began screaming and laughing. "Oh my God! You didn't! We're not! Oh, I can't believe it! I'm so excited! You're the best daughter ever!"
Labels: concerts, family, Michael Buble, music
