I had the opportunity to go to a concert. Steel Panthers. One of my favourite pseudo bands. I didn’t go, because Tuesday is family night, where we sit down together and bond over Biggest Loser. So I turned down going to the concert because I didn’t want to be a hypocrite, as I tend to crap all over my teenager if he even THINKS about jamming on family night. BL is only on on Tuesday, so family night is Tuesday.
Guess what’s not on during the Olympics?
Bawled my face off last night. All of my friends went to the concert. All of them.
When I had told Logan last week that I turned down going, he told me that he was pissed at me for turning it down, and that he would have been totally okay with me going. I said to him that it didn’t matter, watching the show with him was more important to me.
I gave Logan his freedom for the night, and I went out to the local watering hole, played pool and had a couple 67 calorie beers.
Sucked to be me, last night.
On a side note: I walked up to the watering hole, and I did another 30 minutes of circuit training today, which brings my workout time for the week up to 02:04:50.