We were on our way to Modesto for B.'s gig. Thankfully, he texted J. and we pulled over to read the text ('cuz J.'s phone is password protected like it's a CIA or FBI phone and I couldn't get the password to be 'accepted' without J. doing it.) The text said 'we start at 9:20'....crap. We called and it was actually 9:50 - there are SEVEN bands playing (up from the three we expected) and they are band #4.
We turned around and came home...and then the call came from friends who said they now have six tickets and can't go - it's a work night/school night and they can't go...so we will be buying back the tickets.
I guess we will be going late. I should probably be taking a nap.
I'm disappointed for B. because his good friends won't be there to support his debut. And I'm worried because I doubt he'll be home before midnight and it IS a school night/work night for all of us as well.
Maybe I'll make myself a triple latte.....or some really strong iced tea.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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