Wassup. Remember that? Did frogs say wassup? No, humans did…the frogs did the BUD. WEIS. ER. Who did wassup? If this were a sitcom, the group of humans who did “wassup” would say, “wassup, we did” and then exit frame. Solid. USE THAT HOLLYWOOD.
Anyway, here is an unnecessary daily update on how I’m feeling as I enter the Hamilton lottery for $10 tickets. Why? Because I have to get it out! It’s a roller coaster baby!
Quick history and re-cap.
History! (How appropriate…Hamilton…get it!)
Love Hamilton! Everyone does, don’t they? I do, you do, my wife has no clue but probably will. It’s the best. Did I download the soundtrack and listen over and over again? You betcha! I’m not a goddamn heathen.
BIG FAN! But…me ain’t got the cash to fork over…which is tough. So, what’s a fella to do? I’ll tell ya what? LOTTERY BABY!
Process! (How appropriate…Hamilton…get it! Neither do I)
The Hamilton ticket lottery is so easy! No more going to the Pantages early and waiting, you just gotta download an app baby! You click a button and boom. No more Hollywood Blvd., no more Hollywood Walk of Stars, no more Hollywood almost getting run over when you’re clearly walking across Hollywood Blvd. during the walk sign but some maniac Uber driver isn’t paying attention and you almost die! It’s just an app!
Re-cap! (How app—yeah, I don’t know why I’m trying to keep this going.)
So far I’ve entered three times, and guess what? Lost all three. But, that doesn’t have me down. Chumbawumba-by! (Come on Justin, really!)
So, what’s a boy to do? ENTER AGAIN! And let me tell you, that feeling, when you get the text that the lottery is open, ooo boy, does it feel good. And honestly, I’m feeling good about my chances. ALSO, full disclosure, it’s for a Thursday, and if I bought these sweet baby tickets for four times my rent, I’d buy em for a Thursday.
So, here I am, waiting to see if I won. Other than the pending nuclear war and nazi’s, life is good. I entered a lottery for a musical online using an app!
I’ll check back in soon. Either this dumb feature on the Internet is over…or I’m back again, clicking my little chumba-heart out!