Last night, I had planned to go to another improv class, the idea of which still gives me butterflies. But I was tired and went to see Rise of the Planet of the Apes instead.
It was great. Great to see a grownup movie for a change, great that it was sci-fi (which never seems to be the first choice for my steady date), and great to do what I felt like doing just because I felt like doing it.
Also, I loved hearing Draco Malfoy say, “Take your stinking paws off me, you damn dirty ape!” It’s the little things.
The only brave thing about it is that I went alone; my husband is away and none of the friends I called could make it at the last minute. One or two friends (including some of the ones I called) will cringe when they read that. Wasn’t that depressing? Weren’t you embarrassed?
No. Like I need to be embarrassed in front of the ticket clerk who said, “One? Just one?” Like he is living the dream.
I would have rather had company, of course. But I wouldn’t let the lack of it keep me home, especially with a babysitter lined up! Since going alone didn’t worry me, it wasn’t really brave. But it’s what came closest yesterday.
This post is starting to feel like an ABC After-school Special for people who are old enough to know what that is. Too much moral and not enough story. O well.