Unexpectedly, I got the invitation to attend Swan Lake last night at the Lincoln Center. The gal whose ticket I snagged had a sick baby, so she needed to stay home with him. Poor baby, lucky me! We had 4th tier seats, row N, but the view was still quite good. Girls Night Out! It was a mesmerizing production to say the least. And Peter, the birthday boy? He stayed home to check Facebook and email, responding to all of the birthday wishes. He was content, he says, because he got some indexing done (family history), plus he doesn't like cake.
Unexpectedly, I got the invitation to attend Swan Lake last night at the Lincoln Center. The gal whose ticket I snagged had a sick baby, so she needed to stay home with him. Poor baby, lucky me! We had 4th tier seats, row N, but the view was still quite good. Girls Night Out! It was a mesmerizing production to say the least. And Peter, the birthday boy? He stayed home to check Facebook and email, responding to all of the birthday wishes. He was content, he says, because he got some indexing done (family history), plus he doesn't like cake. 
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Nobody's made a comment on this one and maybe its because y'all are thinking - did she really abandon her husband on his birthday to go to the ballet!? Well, yes, I did, actually. But plz allow me to explain: Peter and I are home bodies, we are always together. We went out to eat the weekend before to celebrate his internship and his birthday, and he gave his full permission to go. I wouldn't have gone, honestly, if he were a "holiday" or "party" person, which he is not. He's already told me to NEVER throw him a surprise party. Have I been convincing enough? Am I forgiven?
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