Too Straight

My buddy, Shawn (perma link to the right) IM’d me while I was at work earlier today saying he has an extra ticket to go to a burlesque show with his ex, Jenny performing/producing. I told him I would probably have to work late, blah blah, as I have been doing so. He said I should come out and have a drink and more blah blah. I respond with still more excuses. Quite frankly, I am a bit worried that I might be getting sick and I don’t want to give my immune system an excuse to puss out on me with, “Well, you’re the one drinking all those vodka!!!”
It’s all about priorities in your life, do I really want those drinks or do I want the backpacking trip. I say backpacking. Then in between all the “blah blah” I see a “free boobies” in his IM. I was sold. I somehow forget burlesque = boobies. And geez, I told him I was not thinking straight, or in some ways, too straight to forget the “free boobies” part. The show was magnificently fun. Jenny was adorable and I haven’t hung out with Shawn in a while so I missed him too.
It’s amazing how much life is about priorities. Every little thing is about “how badly do you want this?” I remember telling everyone about how I can’t plan worth shit…like seriously maybe a day ahead at MOST. Then I find people that want to go snowshoeing and snowboarding with me at Rainier, suddenly I’m booked almost a month ahead.
If I do get sick though, Shawn will get sporked too.