I’ve been roped into seeing a play tomorrow (starring Diane Lane) with a guy I basically can’t stand being around. He has a good heart, but annoys the crap out of me for various reasons. Essentially spending more than three hours with him drains me physically and mentally, because I’m using all my energy to just maintain whatever semblance of a working friendship that we have, for the good of our shared internship.
So there I was, tired from an early morning (and extremely boring) workshop at our internship, driving the both of us back to campus. He was talking about how he had bought tickets to this play and everyone he asked to go either backed out or was busy.
All I said was: “Oh, I hope you find someone to go with. It’d be a shame to waste the tickets, especially when Diane Lane has the top billing.”
Then BOOM, I’m suddenly spending the whole day with him.
I don’t even know how it happened. I just know I was tired and trying to be sympathetic, and before I knew it I was in too far and was too tired to come up with a reasonable excuse to get out of it.
Why am I such a bad liar? Particularly when I’m tired?
Maybe this will all seem less tragic once I’ve gotten that nap.
At least I’ll get to see Diane Lane tomorrow night?