How I won the presale tickets game.
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You know, I never thought I'd be the mom who gets sucked into the chaos of concert ticket buying, but here I am, elbows-deep in presales and promo codes. Honestly, it all started innocently enough—just trying to be the "cool mom" who gets tickets to that one band my daughter loves, something that would make her light up and (let’s be real) get me out of my permanent spot on the "so uncool" list. But little did I know, getting concert tickets these days is a whole battlefield, and the main villain? Ticketmaster. Oh, Ticketmaster. It’s like you took all the worst parts of a theme park—endless lines, random rules, overpriced everything—and shoved them into a website. The only thing missing is a poorly-designed mascot taunting me with every sold-out message. I mean, come on! First, there's the scramble to even find the presale code. If you blink, you miss it, and suddenly you're signing up for ten different email lists just for a chance at early access. And
