A Case Of The Uh-Ohs
The above is an aerial view of Chase Field, the stadium in downtown
Phoenix with the convertible roof. This is the location for this year's
Holiday Party for Go Daddy, Incorporated.
I'm having a case of buyer's pre-remorse - which is interested, because
I haven't actually bought anything. However, I'm living with that feeling
that I've described before - it's summed up in the Big Book when Jim, the
salesman, decides that a little whiskey won't hurt him as long as he mixes
it with milk -
"....I vaguely sensed that I was not being any too smart."
Ethel and I went to the Holiday Party last year, when it was held at the
Marriot Resort in Desert Ridge - a short drive from our home in Anthem.
It was pleasant enough, and the company does put on a good party;
however, I am nobody's party animal, and I much prefer eating meals
in my own kitchen and going to bed early.
This year, we had to RSVP early for the party, and - since Chase Field
is all the way downtown, and it was going to be on a Saturday night,
and I get up early and run long on Saturdays - I couldn't imagine that
I would want to go, so (after checking with Ethel, who didn't have a
strong feeling either way) I declined to get tickets.
There's been quite a bit of hoopla about this party - a special guest,
and lots of prizes (last year, it was almost an even million dollars in
cash and prizes) and a special "local Grammy-nominated musical artist"
- but, of course, why would I care? None of that could make up for
going to bed late :)
But yesterday a
friend pointed out to me that the
Gin Blossoms'
tour
date page shows them in Phoenix, AZ, for a
private booking - and I
realized that I might have turned down a chance to see them, and,
well, I didn't handle it very well :)
I emailed Human Resources, begging for tickets - offered them three
dogs, a sixteen-year-old, and three cute grandbabies if I could still
get admission to the party. I whined and fussed. I said "Damm*t",
out loud. Twice :) Ethel came to see what was up (I was working
at home) and she allowed as to how that might have been worth
a "darn" or two, at least.
As it happens, my boss was able to procure me some tickets on
short notice, and Ethel still has her party dress from last year,
so now we're planning on going.
...and that's where the vague sense of uneasiness comes in. I
just have this funny feeling that I ought not to go (or should
that be "...that I ought to not go"?) I start to think about the
drive all the way downtown, and then having to stand around
with everybody else for hours on end and talk to people, and
then there's that awful awareness that I'm going to have to
find somewhere to sit - what if nobody wants me at their
table? - and the whole thing just feels very uncomfortable.
And then the "local artist" may turn out to be Lenny Kravitz
(who, as I understand, is supposed to be pretty good - but
I don't go see people who are pretty good; I don't even go
to see people who are the very very best - I only want to
go see the Gin Blossoms because they are my most all-time
favoritest band ever, and I have to admit I wouldn't even
want to go see them more than once :) or it might even
be somebody that I've never heard of
(let's get honest -
I've not heard of MOST Grammy-nominated artists, and it
is possible that many of them are hippity-hop rapper types,
and I can promise you that I will have massive regrets if
I get dressed up and lose a Saturday night at home just
to go downtown to hear MC Pizz Diddle spout doggerel
with bad grammar and cuss words for an hour)
Anyway, I'm now thinking that I don't want to go. And it
is possible that Ethel is feeilng the same way - after all,
she's 49 years old, which means that she is even older
than I am, which would imply that she would be even
more decrepit and unwilling to stand around all night.
In fact, with any luck, that's exactly the case.
In fact, I'm counting on it :)
[NOTE: The views expressed on this website/weblog are mine alone
and do not necessarily reflect the views of Go Daddy Software, Inc.]
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