Thursday, February 29, 2024

Thought I Could Take It Easy The Rest Of The Week. Nuh-Uh

I work in The Main Department today/Thursday and tomorrow/Friday, which means I usually don't have the time to stop for coffee before coming in, which incentivizes me not to spend any money on that day because I really should start having no-spend days.

These two days were supposed to those no-spend days, days in which I head straight to work and then, once my shift is over, I head straight home, lock the door, and figure out what the hell am I going to eat that night.  But that isn't happening because things came up last week.

Tonight/Thursday night, I am going to First Avenue for a concert sponsored by, all of organizations, MNUFC, for which I am a season-ticketholder.  I don't know either musical act, but this is a concert at First Ave. that is mainly for one particular demographic only -- fellow STH'ers.  Plus, the ticket was just over twelve bucks.

Also last week, a person with whom I ushered invited me to a Friday fish fry in south Minneapolis.  At first I wanted to stay away.  This feast is associated with Lent, and I am not a part of any Western faith.  But then I read this article about how these fish fries is another unique thing for us Minnesotans that people from other parts of the country might scoff or even ridicule.  Once I learned that restaurants and churches and even VFWs have these Friday fish fries, I was intrigued and wanted to see what it is like.

So I texted this usher friend and said I changed my mind and I really would like to see what is up with this peculiar tradition.  Unfortunately, tomorrow/Friday probably is the only Friday I have free until Easter.  So, I am going to get back on the road today/Thursday after coming home from work (and maybe taking a nap once I got home) to eat lots and lots of fish at a church.

Eh.  Could be worse.

(Edited Leap Day at 4:24 p.m. because I was so damn tired when I wrote the last two sentences before going to bed last/Wednesday night that what I typed doesn't make any damn sense, so I am going to end the blog post like this below:)

So, instead of probably boxing up my things and throwing them back in storage, I will be having fun and spending money.  That's great ... until I realize I'm bleeding money and I still don't know when my parents are coming home.

Fuck it -- I'm having fun!

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