Ok, so we all know that having expectations is bad, but sometimes, we just end up indulging in them - and its always great when the living, breathing actual event doesn't disappoint our expectations.
And then there's those moments where our expectations just simply get run over by the reality, because its that much better than we'd expected. That's when its really cool.
Or in other words, change your plans for tomorrow night and go see
Dust to Glory. Don't worry, your date will understand, or even better, might like it.
Tomorrow, I'm forgoing watching the MotoGP season opener at benders to to for my first genuine ride in about 5 or 6 weeks, and the first one with 'mah krew' in months. w00t.