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THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

Posted on February 12, 2008

Best Day of My Life í¢ä‰åäóì Part 2 Pretty much a month has passed now since I won the bidding for the VIP Tickets and Backstage passses to the private Nickelback gig in New York. Probably one of the main things that I’ve been doing is trying to pay for the damn things! Handy hint for anyone who buys anything on eBay that amounts to a considerable amount of dosh í¢ä‰åäóì don’t try using their PayPal online payment system! I literally wasted two and a half weeks trying to pay using my credit card on the PayPal system. Never again! Utter nightmare! Basically, even if you OK everything with your credit card company, if the amount you’re trying to pay is considered ‘considerable’, then the PayPal system itself can refuse the transaction due to ‘unreasonable risk’. It’s all part of their automated anti fraud system apparently, and its something that cannot be manually overridden (I know this because I called PayPal in California!) Anyway, because of all this delay, I started to panic and I was convinced that the tickets would be re-auctioned as it was getting dangerously close to the 14 day payment deadline. In the end, after numerous emails between myself and Treana Peake (thanks Treana for assuring me that the tickets were most definitely mine and that it didn’t matter if payment was a bit late), we decided that a new line of attack was called for. Off I went to the bank and set up an international money transfer. So hopefully, all is now sorted. I booked our flights to New York just before Christmas and me and my boyfriend fly out on the 18th January. We thought that we’d take full advantage of being in New York and do the full tourist thing. We’ve got our Rough Guide to New York City, comfy shoes, warm coats and woolly hats. Not very rock n roll I know, but apparently the temperate in New York is í¢ä‰åäóì3 degrees on average during January so warm apparel is definitely required. Still got to book accommodation, but I’m waiting to find out exactly where the venue is in New York, so I can book something fairly close by. Finally got round to telling my parents about it all. They weren’t as shocked as I was expecting! I think they already knew that I’d entered my ‘mad, do crazy things, I’m approaching 30’ phase. Mum was just worried that I was going to run off with Nickelback (Chad specifically) and be a groupie. I told her to breathe deeply, relax, not to worry and that I thought I’d read somewhere that Chad preferred blondes rather than brunettes, so him running off with me was a bit of a long shot :-) What else? Oh yeah, having a major girlie panic about what to wear for the gig. I have problems even when it’s a normal night out, let alone a night when I’m actually going to meet Nickelback. No doubt between now and then I’ll change my mind about a thousand times and will then go back to the first outfit I picked out. Needless to say, the colour black will probably play a major role and big, high heeled boots as well í¢ä‰åäóì can’t be a complete short arse when I stand next to Chad :-) WOW, standing next to Chadí¢ä‰åŒ_oooohhhhhí¢ä‰åŒ_.sorry, it all went a little bit funny then. It all still keeps hitting me like a tidal wave. I have alternating waves of excitement and panic. I keep watching the Live at Home DVD and just end up drifting into a Chad induced trance! Blimey, its all a bit silly really. I’m 29 years old and behaving like a complete girlie. I keep wondering what its going to be like í¢ä‰åäóì best day of my life or worst? What if it’s a complete disappointment? What if Chad and the guys turn out to be real arses? Sorry, that’s the ‘worse case scenario’ side of me talking. I think in my heart I know it will be a great night and after reading Verity’s account of meeting Ryan and Chad after the Sheffield gig, it sounds as if my heart is right. I still have very little idea of what I’m going to say to them or what I’m going to ask them. I think even if I did prepare a load of questions, I’d just forget them all as soon as I was there. I’m just hoping that it’ll all happen naturally on the night. If all else fails, I can just get them all completely shit faced (especially Chad) and then it won’t matter if I talk complete and utter bollocks í¢ä‰åäóì no one will notice! :-)Wonder how many beers it takes to get Chad drunk? Watch this space for Best Day of My Life Part 3: A Night with the Greatest Rock Band in the World.

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