#3

now i don't want you to get the idea that i'm the kind of person who goes to plays. here's the deal-- i'm the kind of person who wants to be the kind of person who goes to plays.

i used to have this nurse (when i was sick, but there's another story) who always went to plays. she and her friends would just pick them out of the newspaper and go. i don't remember much about them, other than that they were a little hit and miss, as you'd expect given that strategy. the only one i remember anything about is the one where they got all the props and costumes and things from the 99c store. who can resist?

so i kept telling myself that i was going to go, i was going to go, i was going to start going to plays, i was going to become the kind of person who goes to plays...

this was the first one.

it took weeks to pick the show and a couple of days to convince myself that i was really going to go. but we plan and we plan and God is the best of planners. i don't know why, will never know why, but my car just laid down and bled to death today and here i am with my cats and my pizza and a glass of iced tea half an hour too late to even think of going.

but my husband--kept updated at nanosecond intervals throughout my awful, awful day-- promised that tomorrow we'll try again.