I get no joy out of being responsible. It seems that fun is always compromised for the sake of being responsible. Someone who gets a kickass Superman birthday cake should not have to be responsible. I made this decision about 10 minutes ago when I had to turn down FREE Elvis Costello tickets in the name of being responsible.
Fuck that shit.
What’s even worse. This is the worst of the worst. I have to pass up Lollapalooza. I KNOW! I was looking forward to this with my entire fangirl musicgeekwannabe heart, and now I can’t go. I mean, I can go. I have the ticket, I am physically able. But the thought of blowing, when all is said and done, $1K on a drunken weekend in Chicago when I have to pay a mortgage all by myself keeps me up at night. I made the decision not to go. It makes my eyes shimmer with tears a bit when I type that.
So you know anyone who wants a Lollapalooza ticket cheap?
P.S. I’ve decided I am totally having drunken orgies all the time when the house is mine all mine. Isn’t that what all responsible homeowners do?
All I know is that if the Costello tickets were FREE then you better have another excuse besides needing to be responsible, and that excuse better be DAMN good.
i have a prior obligation, sadly. I was all ready to go and called sister #2 to brag and she’s all “we have to go to blah’s thing. blah blah blah. you can’t bail.”
then i wept a bit.
IF that’s what responsible homeowers do, then I’m gonna start house hunting pronto.
P.S. Cool cake.
That’s acceptable, I suppose. Hey, tomorrow night is going to kick all forms of ass!
I would like a standing invitation to the drunken orgies, please.
My heart breaks with yours.
No Hold Steady for me.
*sniff*
again
And yet another sniff, Sleater Kinney’s last performance is at Lollapalooza.