Farewell, Uncle Barry
Listen, I don't consider myself the most “woke” person but I do have one eye open so I was
preparing my spirit to receive the good word from Uncle Barry's at his last speech as president. But my God, the process was a clusterf*ck. Multiple media outlets announced that tickets would be given out today (Saturday, Jan 7th) at 8am (doors open at 6a). Tickets are first-come, first-serve and one per person. Seems simple right? But oh girl, it was a mess. My family and I decided to take the deadbeat father of public transportation aka the Metra because driving to McCormick Place was completely out of the question. We arrived around 6:20a and assumed the line would be wrapped around the block but nope, it was actually from here to Tatooine. Oh and did I mention the wind chill was -7 degrees (insert upside down smiley emoji). It took us a good 5 minutes to even venture to the back of the line, stood there for about 20 minutes in the bitter cold until we all said "nope" in unison and walked back inside to the train and take the voyage back to the burbs.
Here's why the whole process seemed a bit messy:
1. Whomever the coordinator is surely knew the dire temps expected and that the line would be
wrapped around the building 5 times over so why not an alternative method to secure tickets?
You know, like the online lottery Hamilton or an EventBrite link-SOMETHING!
2. To the above point, though I'm honestly not sure, McCormick seems to spacious enough to
hold a lot more people than the amount allowed in. I wonder if it were a fire hazard or something to fill the place up with people. Maybe that would've been more chaotic but at least no one would have felt the Snow Miser touch.
3. There was lack of communication between staff and patrons. When we first entered the
building after giving up hopes for getting a ticket, there was no definitive word as to how many tickets would be given out, if only the people that were standing inside would receive those said tickets, the shade of purple Barney is, just nothing. Luckily the Barksdale clan is always aware of surroundings aka we're semi nosey so we procured the real scoop by listening in on the security team-because duh (I wonder if this is how journalists obtain their info). Through eavesdropping, we found out that all tickets were accounted for, no one else is to be allowed in the building , etc. Again, this was information not readily available to the crowd, especially those standing outside.
4. So much conflicting information! Though security had explicit instructions to turn people away, it didn't happen. Like what heartless monster is okay with sending people outside knowing they're not even going to get a ticket?! At one point, I overheard security and others comment on how staff were only giving 2k away but there was another report stating 7k tickets were available-which one is it?!
Yeah you’ve guessed it, basically this is an ode to how salty I am I didn’t get a ticket. But it
seems that if I would’ve braved the weather, I would have my golden ticket to the chocolate
factory. But uh it wasn’t worth losing my toes over. For those valiant soldiers that endured the
cold, enjoy! And thank you President Obama; forever my president!