The Joys of Procrastination

Apparently, everyone and their brother knows that this is the final weekend of the Body Worlds 2 exhibit in Cleveland. Come Monday morning, its handlers will start the laborious task of striking everything down, crating it up, and shipping it to Ontario for its next stop.

And here come the procrastinators. I'm not kidding you: our front lobby looks like a cross between Woodstock and Ellis Island thirty minutes after the boats docked. It's a sea of flesh, a swarm of people who just had to wait until the last minute to come see an exhibit that's been open since April.

April. And they want to see it now.

Our adjacent parking garage was completely full by 11:30 this morning. We have every sales terminal staffed, even the standby units on the ground and first floors. I can't see the end of the line, but radio communications tell me that it's now officially stretching out the front door and we're all hoping it's not going to rain.

And on top of all of this, TicketMaster wants me to reboot their server today.

Fuck 'em. That machine does not go down until 9 o'clock tonight. I intend to be at a party then, but I'll reboot it when I get home. I do not care what TicketMaster thinks. I've spoken to the Box Office director and he is happy that his terminals are not going to failover for the five or six minutes it takes to power cycle the server. Even as little as a five minute wait in a line like this would be insane.

So if you want to see Body Worlds 2 in Cleveland, you can wait in line (for about 2 hours, I'm guessing) or you can show up tomorrow morning and be in line for tickets at 9:30 when the doors open. The choice is yours.

Seriously. I've never seen it this busy, and I have conflicted feelings about it.

Update: It's 5 PM, and I've just confirmed that entrance to Body Worlds 2 is sold out up to 8:15 PM. That's right. If you braved the line and bought your tickets right this instant, you'd still be spinning your wheels for more than 3 hours waiting to get in. Stop waiting 'til the last minute all the time, people.