Mellow drama

Yesterday, I went to the gas station. Pretty exciting, I know. I went there before I went to the buffery, and I used my Visa card.

After I left the gas station, I went to the gym for an hour, then headed to the bank. When I opened up my wallet, I saw that I had saved the receipt from the gas station, but had misplaced the credit card. Genius. I went back into the gym and looked where I had left my jacket just to be sure. No such luck. Knowing my chances were slim, I went back to the gas station.

I walked up to the counter and said, "I know it's a total longshot, but did someone turn in a blue credit card from either pump two or four earlier today?" The guy behind the counter asked me what my name was, and when I told him, he handed me my credit card. Amazing. Faith in humanity secured. 

Anyhow, last night was slated to be a date night for me and Cas. We got ourselves ready and headed out to an Outback Steakhouse, because I had managed to score $50 in gift cards through my credit card points. Our tab for dinner was $63, so we managed two steaks, a pair of salads and some potatoes with four cocktails for 13 bucks. Not too shabby.

That was actually a big part of my plan, because I wanted us to see a show that cost 50 bucks to get in. I figured, if we could save $50 on dinner, then I wouldn't feel so bad about spending $50 on a silly show. A movie would've been cheaper, obviously. No matter, we went to Pocket Sandwich Theater. They were doing a melodrama. It was a lot of fun.

We actually arrived to a sold out show, but there was a party of 27 people, and not all of those people were coming. The theater released the seats for sale, and Cas and I grabbed a pair of them. It looked to us like a dozen people from that party did not attend, and the theater's policy is to charge for the seats anyway. At 25 bucks a pop, if it was my party on my dime, that missing portion of the group had better be incapacitated. 

The show was a hoot. There were heroes and villains. We cheered and booed. We threw popcorn.

We kind of needed a fun night. On Thursday, we stayed a little late after school. We wanted to stick around the neighborhood so we'd be in the area at six. His mom's friend (and Cas' childhood neighbor) passed away. 

We stayed in the area to go to the viewing with his mom. It made more sense than driving north only to turn around and head south. That means we skipped the gym Thursday, so we went Friday. That means we skipped happy hour Friday. So we needed a date Saturday. Mission accomplished. But we always have a good time- it's what we do.