Late last night I called Morongo. The woman there told me they would be selling 100 tickets today and 100 tickets tomorrow. That's all she knew.
Sounded like a small promo event to me.
This morning I left for work, after hearing about the 'presale' online. I was in a conference from 8-5; no way out for breaks; no way to try for a ticket at 10AM.
At about 1PM we had a break for lunch. I drove home; the break allowed me about 10 minutes at home before the drive back to the conference.
I can't see. So, in the kitchen, when I got home, I passed by the paper that was on the counter. I was hungry! Looking for cheese - not a ticket!
Minutes later, as I was munching on my snack, by the window, my husband (who was supposed to be working in the vineyard) walked by and said "Don't you see what's on the counter?"
It WAS A TICKET TO MORONGO!!!!!
Okay. I don't want to have this sound too romantic or dramatic . . . but my DH . . . without even a request or a prompt (I didn't even mention it to him!!) left the field and was at the computer at 10AM and began trying for a ticket for me!!!!
The really REALLY incredible part of this is he didn't have the password . . . so, on his own, he started thinking what it might be - and typed in 'Ghost Town'; AND IT WORKED!!!
I MARRIED A GENIUS!!!
So, why am I here typing??? I need to leave for awhile and let him know how grateful I am!
My words don't do justice to THIS man. Just like my words don't do justice to THAT man.
Hey - - - these boys!!!!