::flails::
After all of the agonizing on Twitter, I am still home at almost 9pm and not going to drive downtown to see Ian play the blues with old friends of his, even though IAN. Because I am an adult who has to get up at 5:30 tomorrow morning and work all day and then come home to her kids who have been gone for days and who is still tired from her weekend of fangirls. So no. Staying home.
Even though I have changed my clothes and stuff to go.
By the time I got there and parked and everything it would be 9:30 or 10 and who knows how late they're playing and I HATE BEING AN ADULT.
BECAUSE IAN.
I feel like Cameron in Ferris Bueller's Day Off sitting there in the car telling myself "I'll go. I'll go. I'll go. I'll go." Why couldn't he do this next week when inlovewithnight is in town instead of this week, though he did @ reply me to tell me he's only in town for a few days. But maybe he'll do something TOMORROW night, because I have Thursday off.
So. Okay. Bed. Like an adult. ::sobs::
Even though I have changed my clothes and stuff to go.
By the time I got there and parked and everything it would be 9:30 or 10 and who knows how late they're playing and I HATE BEING AN ADULT.
BECAUSE IAN.
I feel like Cameron in Ferris Bueller's Day Off sitting there in the car telling myself "I'll go. I'll go. I'll go. I'll go." Why couldn't he do this next week when inlovewithnight is in town instead of this week, though he did @ reply me to tell me he's only in town for a few days. But maybe he'll do something TOMORROW night, because I have Thursday off.
So. Okay. Bed. Like an adult. ::sobs::