Hurrah – we’re NOT going to hear the death metal bands. Actually told him I’d rather stick glass in my eye and he laughed. Told him that if he couldn’t find anyone else to go I wouldn’t mind doing something else, like seeing my dad or shooting pool or whatever, but no screaming death metal. No way. Uh-uh. Nope.
So he called back about ten minutes ago and said he doesn’t want to go either and would love to do something else.
Woo-hoo. My ears thank you. My brain thanks you. My central nervous system. . .well, you get the drill.
Kinda sucks, though, because I have 10,000 things to do around here before hosting Easter dinner tomorrow. But a night out is always good.
