Thursday, June 30, 2011
Friends will ask if I want to do something the next day. It will be simple. "Do you want to go see this band?" "Do you want to go to the park and hear someone from the Moth series?" My answer is always the same: "Yes." But then the next day rolls around. It's humid. There's a chance of rain, and all afternoon I'll scan the sky for rain clouds hoping for an excuse more valid than, "I changed my mind." But that's always my fallback, I don't have the constitution to deal with brutal humidity in jeans or crowding into an outside space and waiting three hours for a show to start. What I need is a fallback excuse for anything I want to get out of. I guess that's why people have kids.