Thanks, aftermarket ticketeers….
As I excitedly waited for Tyler Childers Ryman pre-sale tickets at 9:50 this morning (ten minutes before sales opened), I never pondered how much a pair of tickets would set me back.
Let’s do some quick math, shall we?
I live 107 miles from the Ryman, or 214 miles round trip.
Let’s say I drive my F-150, which gets approximately 15/mpg. That’s 14.266 gallons of gasoline I’d burn, maybe even more if I were pulling a Country Squire….(see what I did there?)
At $2.30/gallon, that’s $32.81. Bam🔥🔥🔥Money in my pocket!
The tickets themselves were around $55 for an average seat. Times that by two and another $110 bucks is still in my possession. Pretty, pretty, pretty sweet!
A late-night show two hours from home would require late-night driving, or, preferably, an evening in one of Nashville’s fine motor inn type establishments. A quick Google search shows prices near the Ryman between $150-300. Let’s just settle at the $220 median and put that right into my bank account. I can see my retirement accruing from here!
One must eat, especially one who loves food such as myself. Depending on the fare, $100 for two in Nashville isn’t crazy. What is crazy—crazy good, that is—is my savings.
Let’s add it all up…
If it’s okay with you, gentle reader, I’d like to go ahead and round that up to $500 even for Ubers and incidentals. Cool.
And that, my friends, is an impressive amount of greenbacks amassed. Who says you can’t put a price on memories?
Again, I want to extend my deepest and sincerest thanks, kudos, appreciation, and all that gratitude jazz to those amazing after-market ticketeers and their algorithmic bots for saving me so much coin, and for once again proving that real fans needn’t worry about seeing their favorite shows anyway. Unless, of course, they buy the $55 dollar tickets from you at five-times the price…