Today was an absolutely miserable day where I live. The contents of the day were ok (so far) but the weather just plain sucked. It was one of those dark, overcast days marked by spotty rain and a damp coolness that has made me revisit the theory that I have circulation problems. (That's a convoluted way of saying I was freezing all day. Hey, I tried.)
So as I wasted away in traffic on my way home, my mind drifted off to better memories from this past summer. One of my favorites has to be the Pearl Jam concert that I attended with my buddy Bryan. I try to hit at least one concert per summer, just because it feels like the season to do it, and PJ did not disappoint.
Looking back, I can't believe we even tried to scalp our tickets. They were Nose Bleed Specials that still cost us $80 a pop. When we got our hands on them, like two greedy kids, we speculated how much we could sell them for. What was our minimum price? How much would it take for us to part with them? $160 each? $200? We were giddy with anticipation.
As we walked up to the stadium on that warm day, we decided to pretend to purchase tickets from scalpers to get a feel for the market before we tried to peddle our own. We walked up to the first guy and asked him how much it would cost us for a pair. He was asking $80...for two tickets...in better seats than ours. Fantastic. As we walked away, he called out to us, "Hey, I got others! I know you don't want to pay face value!"
At that point we decided to ditch the get rich quick plan and just go in to enjoy the show. After all, we initially got the tickets to see Pearl Jam live, not to sell them for a quick profit. Upon entering the building, a few things quickly became apparent. Pearl Jam was making a killing. If the cheap seats were $80 and the merchandise lineups were any indication, the boys probably don't need to work a whole lot for the next little while.