Plan B

So I got a call from Olive Garden (OG), one of my friends here. She's Italian, hence the name, which I think is perfect for reasons that I may explain later. Or not. She invited me out to a movie playing at some theater a few blocks away. It was a movie that has been out for ages so it was only three dollars. Neither of us had been to this place before but it turns out, it's some kind of bar and yours truly had no ID. I looked at the guy who I easily had a decade on asking for my ID and I told him I did not have one. He was resolute that I had to have a state issued ID back up the gray hair creeping in at my temples and the fact that even in my 20's I have never been mistaken for someone in my 20's--in my 30's, don't even get me started. I can't tell you how many times I've been in a conversation with someone in their (late) 40's who thinks we are contemporaries. No this young man letting toddlers in with fake id's wasn't going to let me pull a fast one on him and jeopardize his growth opportunities in what was sure to be a challenging career barely looking at id's all across the dive bars of Philadelphia. What-the-fuck-ever.

I had walked 7 blocks in wedges to have this likely well intentioned but absolutely no common sense dude turn me away. My friend, who was waiting for other friends couldn't go back with me. I was not going to walk back to the house to retrieve my ID and return so we parted ways and I began to walk back home. Two blocks later, I got a text message from OG. The movie had been cancelled. Technical difficulties that I swear had nothing to do with me. When OG called me earlier that night to invite me to this laughable evening, I was napping. It was lovely because I've been suffering with a bout of insomnia and it was great to lie down and actually feel tired. When she called, I reflexively considered everything I would rather do than leave my house on a school night; take a shower, eat some yogurt, and read Watership Down; take a shower, eat something random for dinner, browse match and e-harmony to rekindle my thoughts of despair, blog a bit, you know, all the greatest hits. I would have rather stayed home but I felt I needed to say yes for a change. I've been back for an hour now. I'm all showered up, sitting in the bed, Watership Down within arm's reach, tapping away here.

It's a good thing I had a Plan B.