Maybe Tonight

The wife and I successfully completed August without Alcohol, and except for a few moments here and there, it really wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I technically could have drank last night, but decided I’d rather wait for the weekend. In other words, tonight! (But I still plan to keep it reasonable.)

On my way in to work this morning, I won a pair of tickets to a Billy Ocean show. Yes, he’s still alive (or at least I hope he is; otherwise that’s going to be a gruesome show) and you probably know more of his songs than you think you do. I certainly did, and I like him and his music quite a bit. And if you Google him, look at his pictures from the 80s; Chris Rock could be his younger twin!

That said, I don’t know if we’ll go or not. The venue will likely be crowded, and I’ve seen the seating chart and I’m not sure it’s going to be a great view. Those seats are so tiny and uncomfortable, and we’d be sitting such that we’ll have to turn to face the stage.

But maybe we will go. I know it’s just my social anxiety coming up with these excuses, and I’d probably have an okay time if I just got out of my head. A lot will depend on the wife, and her schedule in regards to baseball (of course.) Our local team is in the playoffs, and could potentially have a home game next Friday. If that’s the case, she will certainly want to go to that instead of the show. And that actually makes me a little more likely to go, especially if I could get someone (L) to go with me. A show like that would be for me infinitely more fun with L, or really just about anyone, than it would be with the wife.

One person did indicate that they would like to read the short stories I wrote for the Reddit group nosleep, so I will work on getting them formatted properly and posting them here. They are not sexual stories at all, but as the subreddit name implies, they are a little on the eerie side. I have some other ideas for stories as well, ones that don’t really fit for nosleep, which I may write and post here.

 Or, you know, me being me, I might wind up convincing myself that my stories are shit and nobody wants to read them and why bother.

 Goddammit, I’m doing it again! I better end this post and get it up before I say “fuck it” and delete it.