Joe and I went to the city (that would be New York City for the folks that do not live in the NY tri-state area. Around here we just call NYC “the city”) for dinner on Saturday night. On the way home we were talking about how gorgeous the city is at night and how much we love it there. I suspect I may have slightly annoyed him a little by constantly asking, “Why are all these 12 year old girls hanging out on street corners at 1 am drinking venti lattes? Where are their parents? Who lets their child do this? Have they never heard of child rapists? Without flinching he responded, “Like you never told your parents you were spending the night at a friends house and in reality gone somewhere that they would never have let you go”. (clearly the previous paragraph has some grammatical errors, I’m just too tired give a crap at the moment).
Anyway, as a result of seeing all the pretty lights we decided to see a Broadway show. Before I had Mr. Little Man I went as often as I could afford to go. Slowly but surely I have started taking MLM to see children’s show, but its time for me to go back to living in the adult world. We’ve settled on seeing Wicked. I had forgotten how long the wait is to get tickets to see these shows. Yes, there are several places that I could go to get last minute tickets, but everything I do has to be planned well in advance. Last minute “maybe” tickets are too sketchy for me to even attempt.
In five (5!!) short months Joe and I will be heading to Broadway to see Wicked for my 31st birthday. Five months is a long time and I can not help but think of all of the things that could happen in 5 months. I don’t want to be all blatant and say that my commitment issues are rearing their ugly head, but damn, let’s be honest here.
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