TIFU Get him to the Price Is Right

TIFU by drunkenly buying 16 tickets to The Price Is Right and nearly dying trying to make the show

This technically started months ago.

Back in January, a local theater announced they were doing a live screening of The Price Is Right. Like any child raised in the 90’s on daytime television and sick days home from school, I immediately wanted to go.

Unfortunately, adult me was drunk at a party when this decision was made.

I apparently spent the night walking around recruiting people one by one like I was assembling Ocean’s Eleven. The next morning, my fiancée informed me I had spent roughly $800 on SIXTEEN tickets.

Shockingly, every single person committed.

Fast forward to last week.

Work suddenly informed me I had a mandatory conference across the country during the exact same week as the show. I found the only return flight that could possibly get me back in time. It landed about an hour before the event started.

After four straight days of networking, work dinners, conferences, and social events, I went to bed at 9 PM knowing I needed to wake up at 5:15 AM.

I overslept immediately.

Then my taxi driver fell asleep at a red light.

Then he dropped me at the wrong terminal.

I sprinted through the airport dragging luggage behind me like a divorced father in a Christmas movie and STILL missed my flight.

The airline rerouted me through San Diego. Which felt like an aggressive choice considering I was trying to get to Boston.

That flight then got delayed two hours.

Finally, I boarded my six-hour middle seat flight and met the human manifestation of airline misery.

This woman spent the next six hours:

• Voice texting at full volume
• Eating aggressively fragrant homemade food
• Ordering multiple “medical” hot bourbons
• Explaining vaccines cause autism
• Asking if I had ever killed anyone
• Staring at me and saying, “You don’t seem like the type… but you never know”
• Watching movies loudly enough that other passengers turned around repeatedly

At some point the shoes came off.

Naturally.

When we finally landed, I realized I still had a chance to make the end of the show.

I jumped in a taxi and rushed to the venue.

Security immediately informed me I couldn’t bring my luggage inside.

So my friend tossed me his car keys and told me to find his car somewhere parked on the street nearby.

While wandering around downtown carrying all my bags, a man walked by and said hello.

I ignored him.

He immediately turned around and screamed:
“DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME?”

Which honestly felt like a dramatic escalation.

I yelled:
“NO. LEAVE ME ALONE.”

Apparently that was the wrong answer because he immediately started chasing me down the street yelling:
“WHAT THE F*** DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?”

So now I’m sprinting through Boston dragging luggage like Home Alone 2 while trying not to die before attending The Price Is Right.

I finally dove into an open convenience store. The guy followed me to the entrance and screamed through the glass for another minute before wandering away.

I eventually found the car, dumped my luggage, and made it into the theater.

And there they were.

Sixteen of my friends wearing mullets, screaming together in the stands like I had just entered the world’s trashiest Super Bowl.

Honestly?

Worth every dollar.

TL;DR: Bought 16 tickets to The Price Is Right while drunk, got trapped at a work conference, missed flights, got trapped next to the worst airline passenger alive, got chased through Boston with luggage, and still somehow made it to the show.