|...through the good times and the bad
||[Mar. 2nd, 2005|05:45 pm]
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Again about being bad with the posting...but real life has kind of monopolized my time lately, so sorry kids, you haven't gotten to read about me.
Last weekend was interesting to say the least. My dumb ass got Lacy and I kicked out of the Social D show on Friday night...for drinking. Yep. I fucked up again. And this time it was during something that a) Lacy paid for; and b) had a great deal of significance to me (and to her). Cheesy as it may be, we bonded over Social D while things were still awkward and we were still gauging how we felt about one another. These were the love songs that defined something we had that we couldn't safely call "love" yet. I couldn't miss the opportunity to have us see them played live when I could actually tell her how much I love her. We left the show, she cried, and I couldn't let it end there.
There was a second show on Saturday night that we were trying to get on the guest list for (via the guitarist of Street Dogs, Mike McColgan's new band), but that fell through. After some convincing, she let me chance it and drive us down there on Saturday night. She was to sit in the car and wait while I potentially spent whatever amount of money necessary on scalped tickets to get us inside. I was completely unsure if I could pull this off, but I wasn't about to sit at home and wonder what would've happened if I didn't at least take a shot.
Lady Luck smiled on me or something because I got two tickets for a fairly reasonable price within the first two minutes of soliciting people on line waiting to get in. I broke into a run back to the car, tickets in hand, and we got on line. I said a silent prayer in hopes that they weren't fake and I didn't get fucked again. They scan the tickets and they are, in fact, the real deal. We go inside, enjoy Street Dogs and suffer through the other openers, and wind up close enough to touch Mike Ness while he's singing the songs I fell in love with her to.
I admit I'm a fuckup. I'll never let anything like that happen again, and I understand that I didn't completely fix the situation. But I did everything I could to set it right, and the chips just kind of fell into place after that. That's one of the only times that I took a long shot and it worked out for me -- for US. I hope I don't ever disappoint her like that again.
Just got my first test back from my Women in Religion class - 97. Awww, yeah. in ten minutes I'll be getting back my Abnormal Psych test, which promises to be less stellar. Eh, can't win 'em all.
John, if you're reading this, call me if you haven't left yet. Didn't hear from you this weekend. I need closure, dammit.