Gene, the boy and the dinner guests from last night are at the concert/party thing. I just got home from dropping them off (that way, no concerns about too much booze). And now, I am home in front of two boob tubes (TV and laptop), I’ve eaten dinner (mmmm, Taco Bell) and I have around 3 hours of aloooone time. Hooray!
I think Gene may be disappointed I didn’t want to go to the concert/party thing. It’s just totally not my kind of music and it’s not worth paying $50 so I can eat barbeque, not drink beer or margaritas (the two things I definitely do not drink) and freeze my ass off. The car thermometer said it was 57 degrees out and that was an hour ago. By the time the concert part ends (around 11), it’ll be even colder. Home alone, I can keep the dogs from expiring of boredom and listen to the music I enjoy.
Everybody wins!