On my way to recycle, I picked up a new bra and some cute undies, and a new mattress pad. The items were totally unrelated, but it sure seems like I have major plans, huh? Let's freaking hope I have cause to combine those purchases sometime before the end of the year. But I can say with absolute certainty that it won't be happening this weekend.
In the name of saying yes more often, I accepted an offer to go to Pete Seeger's 90th birthday bash at Madison Square Garden tomorrow. On a school night. With this guy. The guy I had an awkward lunch date with in November. The guy who doesn't drink. The guy who is a terrible conversationalist. But, he's also the guy that begged me to go with him to this show and told me he would sell me the ticket $30 less than he bought it for. And he would drive. How do you say no to that?
The answer is, you don't. I'm sure it will be fine. If I can drink.
I am positive that he has no interest in me romantically; I think I'm way too overbearing for his meek personality. He already has left the planning up to me: "We can drive in. Or we can take the train. Whatever you want to do is fine with me." Dude! You are the one driving to the show in your brand new Passat - you should probably have an opinion on whether you want it to ever set wheel in the Holland Tunnel. Why are so many boys afraid to have an opinion around me?
The major problem is, its a looooong show. And a looong drive. We are leaving around noon or so. Show starts at 5, and lasts until its over. Probably midnight? Or until Pete Seeger falls asleep. I'm looking forward to it, but am afraid that our seats will suck and I'll be bored. And I'm afraid that he will suck and I will be bored.
Arugh! How do I get myself into these situations? Though really, worst case scenario, I'll be bored and out 100 bucks. Big deal. I could stay at home and be bored just as well. Now I'll have a good story for the water cooler on Monday morning. If I can make it to work on Monday morning...