I got tickets for the Fleetwood Mac concert months ago. DH and another couple - very dear friends of ours. It was actually my friend who called and said, "Come on - let's go." She is my concert buddy and we've gone to see some great concerts together - The Police, Paul McCartney down in Tampa, Prince. So yes, this was a no brainer. Fast forward to a few weeks ago, new project at work. I'm brought in and looking at the calendar pick a date for our kick-off. Yeah - you guessed it, the same night as the concert. Now - for whatever reason, the concert never made it to Outlook, google or the iPhone. It didn't even occur to me that they were on the same night until a week ago when my friend called to confirm the plans; dinner first then the concert. Yikes - I tell DH and start thinking of ways to sell the tickets. That's when DH says, "I think I'm still going to go." Now - I don't care that he went with them, I'm glad one of us got to enjoy it. BUT... was tonight appreciated? I don't think so!!! In hindsight, I could have gone to the concert and the evening kick-off would have been fine without me.
I came home to cry in my Fleetwood Mac songs. DH brought me home a t-shirt!
I came home to cry in my Fleetwood Mac songs. DH brought me home a t-shirt!