My brother was in town last night, playing a show with his best friend from high school. I really, really didn’t want to go out in Manhattan last night. St. Patrick’s Day is always chaos, I was kind of beat. But I’d said I’d be there, I don’t get to see him and my sister-in-law very often, and I do like seeing him play.
And you know what? I had a blast. The show was awesome, I saw a bunch of guys my brother was friends with back in the day, it was a happy, friendly crowd and I went home smiling. It was a good reminder that forcing myself to do stuff I don’t want to do doesn’t always end with me sulking in the corner. Sometimes it leads to dancing. Or a strange old man with an impressive beard affixing an adhesive mustache to my face.