Thursday, March 24, 2005
I Missed You David Bazaan, and I'm Sorry!!
i had been looking forward to last night for at least a month. counting down the days. setting aside my small amounts of extra cash. pedro the lion was coming to town and i was not going to miss it. no matter how broke we were!a few weeks before the show, i begin reminding my dear husband ab0ut it, asking him if we should get tickets in advance. he starts making statements that sound as if he doesn't want to go to the concert at all . . .
tuesday night i decided that even if he doesn't go, i am going. i don't have to miss it just because he doesn't want to go. i'll ask a friend of ours if we can go together.
the night of the concert arrives. they are scheduled to play at a new venue the bossanova ballroom --which i had never been to--how thrilling! they are the opening band, so we must be sure to arrive on time. we have dinner at the montage with some friends before the show.
it is spring break. my high school-aged sister is staying with us. she was out with a friend all day. she gets to my house at 8. the concert starts at 9. she calls me on my cell while i am at dinner. she is home alone. i can't leave her all by herself on her last night in town. how boring would that be for her? i do the good, big sister thing and tell my husband i am tired and that i will just go home while he goes to the show.
i missed the show.
this morning i found out that the venue was an all ages venue. #*@&! she could have come to the show with us! that would have been more fun than sitting around in our freezing house and going to bed early!
never again, David, will i fail to see you when you come through town. i have learned my lesson well.
say it don't spray it 8:59 AM
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