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Mon 30 Jul, 2007 08:03 am
I thought I would go to my death a derby virgin but this was not to be.
Last night I went to a demolition derby. Yes, you heard me correctly, I went to a demolition derby.
What completely out of character thing have you done, by choice, just to spend a couple of hours with a person/people you love?
Went to a three-hour Bach concert, which she slept through.
I paid $120 a ticket to get good seats to Faith Hill and (whatever the hubby's name is). And sat throught the concert. Wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
I have actually gone into a fabric shop.
1 Celine Dion concert.
2 Cats on Broadway.
Is it any wonder we divorced ?
Thank goodness for Amazon and Blockbuster Online. In the past, I would go with my husband to a store that sold CDs or DVDs. I think that he would look through EVERY DAMN TITLE in the store, until my eyes would glaze over. Ditto hardware stores. Do you know anyone who reads the cardboard containers that holds the stuff in hardware stores? I do!
Heehee. Such confessions!
Overall I guess such things are a good, safe way to put our own personal preferences aside for someone we love.
I once took my sister to the wedding shop in order for her to select a dress.
Her best friend took ill on the day and I stepped in as a brotherly favour, much to my regret.
Hours and hours of boredom while she tried stuff on, with only women's mags to read, followed by short and sudden periods of abject terror as I was expected to pass honest judgement on what dress she came out in from time to time.
It's now my vision of how hell may be.
Doowop wrote:I once took my sister to the wedding shop in order for her to select a dress.
Her best friend took ill on the day and I stepped in as a brotherly favour, much to my regret.
Hours and hours of boredom while she tried stuff on, with only women's mags to read, followed by short and sudden periods of abject terror as I was expected to pass honest judgement on what dress she came out in from time to time.
It's now my vision of how hell may be.
I'm thinking you could have taken advantage of this situation. Most brides go shopping with a brides maid or two - while helping your sis, you could have used this with the single brides maids and looked really sweet, thoughtful and sensitive (either that or they would have thought you were gay).
Linkat wrote:Doowop wrote:I once took my sister to the wedding shop in order for her to select a dress.
Her best friend took ill on the day and I stepped in as a brotherly favour, much to my regret.
Hours and hours of boredom while she tried stuff on, with only women's mags to read, followed by short and sudden periods of abject terror as I was expected to pass honest judgement on what dress she came out in from time to time.
It's now my vision of how hell may be.
I'm thinking you could have taken advantage of this situation. Most brides go shopping with a brides maid or two - while helping your sis, you could have used this with the single brides maids and looked really sweet, thoughtful and sensitive (either that or they would have thought you were gay).
No, it was just my sister and me in the shop, along with two old hinnies in attendance on her and a stack of magazines with such titles as "Making the ideal home" and "The Bride". Pergatory, considering the fact that I loath and detest shopping in any shape or form.
Phoenix32890 wrote:Thank goodness for Amazon and Blockbuster Online. In the past, I would go with my husband to a store that sold CDs or DVDs. I think that he would look through EVERY DAMN TITLE in the store, until my eyes would glaze over. Ditto hardware stores. Do you know anyone who reads the cardboard containers that holds the stuff in hardware stores? I do!
oh phoenix, that's me and Wally in a music store.
he looks through Every Single CD it seems.
Phoenix--
Hardware stores!
I now refuse to go near hardware stores! Not only is each item on each shelf an object for rapt admiration and comparison with all other items of that ilk--on the shelves or in the past--but Mr. Noddy will have long conversations with other shoppers or clerks (perfect strangers, all) about the advantages and disadvantages of the permutations of the item.
I no longer accompany him to hardware stores.
I don't mind hardware stores, but once I had to sit through an entire
football game live in a stadium. It was brutal, and never to be repeated.
Dto. for baseball.
CalamityJane wrote:I don't mind hardware stores, but once I had to sit through an entire
football game live in a stadium. It was brutal, and never to be repeated.
Dto. for baseball.
My husband is lucky - I love to attend sporting events - however, a full day of sports TV drives me crazy.
Never could understand after you see a game that you would spend the next five hours of watching TV that discusses the game.
oh yeah....baseball....I sat through some little league game when I was about 9 with my gf maryellen...her brother was playing. It was halfway through the game when I realized we were supposed to be looking at the field.
basketball....catholic school....god, I can go straight to heaven because I've been in purgatory. Apparantly it involves a bunch of people running back and forth for some unknown time. They gather together in little clumps, then run around again. Then, they stop and somebody throws something while everyone watches, and people start running around again.
football? like the american one? I've been in a room when a football game has been going on. I practice astral projection at those times.
Many many many plays in small theaters, many many play rehearsals.
I'm not your greatest fan of speechifying....
CalamityJane wrote:I don't mind hardware stores, but once I had to sit through an entire
football game live in a stadium. It was brutal, and never to be repeated.
Dto. for baseball.
Football, American or proper? :wink:
You do know what comes after demolition derbies, right? Tractor pulls and monster trucks.
Ha!
I'm reading the book "Rant" right now so I justified the demolition derby as a research expedition.
I hope there won't be monster trucks and tractor pulls in my too immediate future. Mo loves that kind of stuff so I doubt I'll get off scott free.
Mr. B and I have a deal: I will not drag him to modern art shows and he won't drag me to football games.
I like hardware stores as much as Mr. B but he's goal oriented and I'm contraption oriented so he usually loses patience with me first!
I went to see "Rent" on Broadway with the portly ex-N-Sync goofball Joey Fatone on a date once. Ugh. How did I make it through that night? Every time Joey came out to do anything, there were throngs of excited teen-age girls in the front row screaming so loud that you couldn't even hear the idiot. So annoying.
And I didn't even get any nookie out of the deal.
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