Lady in Red
Tuesday night was the much anticipated Eddie Izzard concert. My friends, Randy and Charlotte, went with me. I dressed up a bit, sort of as a last hurrah for my breasts as they have now completely vanished. (Let's all have a moment to mourn my formerly fabulous knockers.) It was the first, and last time, I ever wore a red dress as an adult.
Getting downtown proved to be easy enough, but the actual mechanics of exiting properly proved more difficult. Parking was easy. Finding our seats was easy.
Waiting was less easy.
The show itself was everything I hoped it would be. Eddie Izzard just tickles my fancy and, at one point, I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe, let alone hold my head up. And I may have peed myself a little.
Awesome.
After the concert we travelled back closer to home and had a late dinner. I sipped a nice dirty martini and the three of us chatted for a while.
The evening taught me something about myself. Apparently, as I get older, I am able to focus on the events as a whole. This is good when going out with people who may not put the same focus on enjoying themselves as you do, for whatever reason. I can say that I had a nice time and I was glad to be out with people I cared about and I am capable of letting small annoyances go to make that happen.
It was a thrilling discovery because, up until now, I have been too easily upset by minor frustrations, throwing off my whole night, resulting in me rarely enjoying time away from home. Now that time out is so precious, because of my daughter and our family obligations, I am more determined than ever to enjoy myself.
In conclusion: I want to have Eddie Izzard's babies.
Getting downtown proved to be easy enough, but the actual mechanics of exiting properly proved more difficult. Parking was easy. Finding our seats was easy.
Waiting was less easy.
The show itself was everything I hoped it would be. Eddie Izzard just tickles my fancy and, at one point, I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe, let alone hold my head up. And I may have peed myself a little.
Awesome.
After the concert we travelled back closer to home and had a late dinner. I sipped a nice dirty martini and the three of us chatted for a while.
The evening taught me something about myself. Apparently, as I get older, I am able to focus on the events as a whole. This is good when going out with people who may not put the same focus on enjoying themselves as you do, for whatever reason. I can say that I had a nice time and I was glad to be out with people I cared about and I am capable of letting small annoyances go to make that happen.
It was a thrilling discovery because, up until now, I have been too easily upset by minor frustrations, throwing off my whole night, resulting in me rarely enjoying time away from home. Now that time out is so precious, because of my daughter and our family obligations, I am more determined than ever to enjoy myself.
In conclusion: I want to have Eddie Izzard's babies.
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