One of my all-time favorite comedians, Brian Regan, is coming to town next month. I've seen him live twice before. The second time, P and I drove through a blinding snowstorm to get to the show (going to the performance was my idea, as you may have gathered). The show was great, though. I have no problem with foul language but I have a real appreciation for Brian's ability to be so funny without using it. (Yes, we're on a first name basis.)
Anyway, when I saw that Brian Regan is coming to town, the first thing I noticed was that the show is on a Thursday and my husband works Thursday nights. Crud. Then I wondered if I should try to find someone to go with me. I posted a little plea on Facebook but then deleted it almost immediately. I figured it would probably be too hard to find someone, coordinate the ticket purchase, etc. I was resigned to the fact that I would miss the show.
And then I changed my mind. I decided to go by myself. I got online and put the ticket in the virtual shopping cart. And guess what? Apparently, when you buy a single ticket, you stand a chance of getting a kick ass seat. Front row! I am so excited. Sure, I'll have to sit next to a stranger but maybe I'll just turn around and wave periodically to someone a few rows behind me. You know, give the illusion that I came with someone but somehow those jackasses in the ticket office sold us non-sequential seats. In different sections.
So, there you have it. I have a hot date with myself. I'll have to buy myself dinner but at least I know I won't pressure myself to put out. Hell, I'll even hold the door open for myself and tell myself how nice I look. If I play my cards right, maybe I will drive myself home, too.
I can't decide if I'm truly awesome for going to a show by myself or if I'm profoundly pathetic. Please, no need for you to weigh in on that. I'm fine with the wondering.