Ok...maybe not. But it does make for a good excuse. Let me explain.
It all started when I was about 11 years old. I saw this music video back in the day when MTV used to play videos. It was called "Wannabe" and the singers were these 5 British pop tarts who filled my little heart with joy. I'll tell you what I wanted, what I really really wanted--The Spice Girls!
I was a HUGE fan. If you remember THIS post, I kind of poked fun of my little obsession. But don't let myself fool you--I am a HUGE fan. Growing up I would buy everything I saw that had the Spice Girls on them. I'm talking magazines, dolls, candy, polaroid cameras, mirrors, hats, shirts, condoms, everything. My room was filled from floor to ceiling with Spice Girls paraphernalia. No joke--it looked like the fucking Smithsonian but for tacky girl groups and a million British union jack flags. I even auditioned for MTV's Fanatic in hopes of spicing up my life in person!
Yes, I was a true fan. I was basically forced to re-decorate my room when I reached the age of 15, as the Girls were clearly "out of style." Luckily, the internets became more and more accessible and I was able to keep track of each Spice Girl a la dial up internet. I will be the first to admit that I used to pray that the Spice Girls reunited. And now...my dream has come true.
The girls announced earlier this year that they were reuniting. They are only playing a handful of shows in the US and had people "sign up" to buy tickets. Not even a guarantee! I put in every email address I can conjure up (thank god they're free these days!), and signed up for every city they were performing.
Fast forward to Sunday night, September 30. I receive an email around 11 pm telling me I won a chance to purchase tickets. All I had to do was wake up at 10 am and press the "purchase" button. Done and done.
I woke up and found out tickets sold out in 38 seconds in London. Are.You.Serious. I have never been so nervous than when I was purchasing my tickets. But...a good 3 windows up at the same time and a straight 10 minutes of hitting "refresh" and I was on my way.
I got tickets. Yes indeed, I am going to see my girls.
Of course a problem ensued: I found out I had a final on the same day as the concert. Considering I have to fly to LA for the concert, I didn't think it would be plausible to use "Oh professor, I need to reschedule my final. I'm going to see the Spice Girls in concert. You've never heard of them? They're a washed up girl band from the 90's, but I'm still grossly obsessed with them" as an excuse.
So I started thinking...what can I say? I then decided to tell him my brother was getting married and I had to leave Thursday to be in the wedding. Good excuse right?
As I practiced my "speech" on the way to the prof's office hours, I kept thinking of other details I can give him. "Yeah, my brother and I are best friends. We used to wrestle...and now he's getting married...crazy...ha...ha..ha..."
So I got to his office. And this is what I told him:
"Yeah, I need to talk to you about the final on December 7. I actually need to reschedule it or take it at a different time. -gulps- Umm...I'm getting married. -GASP- Umm...yeah, that's right...umm...yeah, I'm getting married."
Not only did I make a fucking HUGE mistake, but I preceded to ramble on:
"Yeah, umm...my engagement partner and I are getting married December 7 because 7 is toally like my favorite number -pause- And it's also our anniversary and stuff. -pause- And December is just so pretty. -pause- And my mom is coming, so that's pretty cool."
Oh dear.
Well, the professor bought it. And he scheduled my final for the Thursday before the concert. Yup...
Hey, at least I get see my Girls. 5th row too! I can feel the Spice sweat already...yesssssssss.
