Friday night Dude and I had tickets to see Austrailian Pink Floyd. When Dude bought the tickets I told him it was a gamble because of my chemo schedule. In fact, I rearranged my chemo schedule so we could go to the concert. I had no idea I’d be starting a new regimen though.
By late Friday afternoon I was very tired but I sucked it up and got dressed for the show. Dude took the girls over to my mom’s house because they were spending the weekend. We really needed the break and to spend some time together. Besides, I knew I’d be pretty sick the remainder of the weekend. It’s really hard for Dude to take care of the girls and me at the same time.
The show started at 8:00 pm so when we decided to leave at 6:00 pm we thought we’d have PLENTY of time to get there. Neither of us banked on the fact that Dude would make a serious error when he missed the turn for the Schuykill Expressway that landed us on the Pennsylvania Turnpike heading towards the wrong direction. It was a series of memory lapses for the two of us trying to figure out how to get going in the right direction.
The traffic report on the radio was a disaster. Both the Schuykill Expressway and Rt. 476 were seriously backed up by 7:30 pm when we were still over an hour away from the Tower Theater. Our tempers were seriously overwrought by then too. I was tired and just wanted to go home and Dude was pissed about the entire situation. It left us screaming at each other in the car. The final decision was to head home.
I fell asleep and before I knew it, it was 9:30 pm and we were in front of the house. Dude and I had spent three and half hours in the car but at least we were together. And that was my whole argument the entire ride. Even if we didn’t get to the concert at least we had time together and that’s what it’s all about right now…getting time with just the two of us.
Once we were in the house Dude apologized for his behavior in the car, because he threw a tantrum like a five year old and I apologized for being an evil bitch. With all the stress we’ve been under we made simple mistakes on the road and missed where we needed to turn which just lead into a huge clusterfook.
We decided to put the Rolling Stones “Shine A Light” on and watch a 2 hour concert on the big screen T.V. in surround sound. Sure it wasn’t the concert we had planned to go but it made up for it in a small way. Besides, I just love the Rolling Stones…and so does Dude. It was an excellent show.
I’m so glad that Dude and I were able to put aside the disaster of missing Australian Pink Floyd away so quickly and see what was really important. In the past something like that could have festered and ruined our entire weekend.
How do you handle when plans suddenly change? Or if something you were looking forward to so much falls through? Have you ever been so lost that you’ve just scrapped your plans and gone home?
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