Angelica reminds me this morning that she got us both second row seats for The Script concert tonight. I like The Script, they have some good songs, but I paused and then said to her, "Have someone on backup just in case, alright? I've been up since 7 this morning." To which she gives me some grief (though she did make a few calls when I asked her to). "Sorry, no backup. Looks like you're going with me," she says, tossing her phone on the couch.
I then explain to her that I'm not trying to be a party pooper or a fun sucker. It is out of habit now, that I decline social invites, as the 80 year old in me prefers hanging out at home rather than go out to crowded shows. My passing up a Bloc Party show a few months prior, a band I've loved for years, shows how serious I am about this. She offered me court side tickets to a Celtics vs. Sixers game a few weeks ago and I choked on my response that, "I have this Shakespeare paper to write." Which was true. She texted me from the game later that night saying, "You are missing out on some fine ass men, my friend."
Priorities, though.
The world is in sufficient supply of fine men, and will be for awhile.
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