Last night, I was supposed to see the Brazilian Girls in concert. I thought the show started at 8, but when I arrived at the venue I discovered the band wouldn’t take the stage until ten and the show probably wouldn’t be over until after 11:30. And I’m killing time listening to the DJ and I start thinking about how I have to be up early the next morning to participate in a training and how I’m still feeling a little run down from the cold I had. And I start thinking, “Is this really worth it?” And then I’m putting on my coat and heading for the door.
Frankly, I’m a little disturbed at my actions. I can only justify myself by theorizing that I would have stayed if I had felt a little better. Still, I may have to turn in my hipster badge and beret.
At least you have your own transport and can make your decision based on other criteria: Fan loses patience with Axl’s late start (http://thechronicleherald.ca/Front/542064.html).