Today Marvin is making me go see Rush. The band, not the guy. Either one would be bad. But at least with Rush the guy I could get good and mad, so that would be interesting.
You cannot say I am not doing my best to keep this marriage going. Rush. For heaven's sake.
And every time I tell this to a guy, he says, "Cool!" Every time I tell a girl, she feels bad for me.
I have an old boyfriend who loves loves LOVES Rush, and isn't that the way it always goes with stupid Rush? No one is kind of neutral on them, like, say, REO Speedwagon. I mean, everyone's kind of okay with REO Speedwagon. "Oh, I remember them. Yeah. Heard it from a friend who, heard it from a friend who, heard it from another you been messin' around. heh-heh."
But no. With Rush, people get obsessed. And I remember my old boyfriend dragging me up to his room, thinking perhaps he was going to get the luck of the Irish up there (sorry, Gra), and once I saw all the Rush tapes, there was just no way.
At any rate, I emailed said ex-boyfriend to ask if he wanted me to get him a t-shirt at today's venture to Hades.
"You're going to see Rush?" he exclaimed. "Cool!"
He went on to tell me it'd be the best concert I ever saw (mm-hmm), even better than the band we saw where I broke up with him.
Okay, had forgotten we were out seeing a band when we broke up. Nice. Perhaps he had worn his Rush t-shirt to see the band. I can't recall.
There are so many things I'd rather do than go see stupid Rush. I would rather clean this house from top to bottom, as we have a house guest next week. I would rather lie around and pet Tallulah's swoop. I would rather weed the garden and paint our gate, which looks like it has survived the Civil War. But no. We have to go see stupid Rush.
Oh, did I mention it's in Virginia? We have to TRAVEL TO VIRGINIA to see stupid Rush? And I had to turn down an invite to a party AND an invitation to meet Chatting at the Sky's puppy this weekend, SO I COULD SEE STUPID RUSH?
Last night Marvin could not sleep, he was so excited. Several times I woke up to see the lights on. "Go to bed!" I would yell.
"Can't. Too excited."
About Rush. He is excited about stupid Rush. In Virginia. And by the way, there's zero percent chance of rain. Because it's outside. I have to sit outside in Virginia to see Rush. And there is NO chance, none, that it will rain.
So, really looking forward to it. I will be sure to RUSH back (get it?) and tell you how much fun I had. If the news covers this important concert, look for the person on her husband's shoulders, with no shirt on, hanging her goat high.
It will not be me.
