This summer when I was spending the majority of my time alone, I really began to appreciate what it is like to have alone time. I spend so much of my time with other people that I forget to take time just for myself. I've had a busy week this week, but wanted to make sure I went to the Walker to see the annual British Television Ad Awards show. They show them for about a month, during the busiest month of the year- December. I've learned in the past that I just need to get a ticket and go early just so I ensure that I actually make it to the show. So I booked one ticket for last night knowing that the the museum is free Thursday nights and I would have some time to walk around. I was looking forward to some relaxing alone time with art and advertising. I could have asked others to go with me, but I made a conscious choice not to. It was going to be my night.
Apparently when one is married/coupled up, this is an odd concept. Adam didn't understand that I was content going alone and told me he would come with me. I decided that it could be a fun date and bought a second ticket for him.
My original plan was:
Grab some dinner downtown, get to the walker around 6:30 to walk around and then go to the show at 8pm.
This is what happened:
Adam and I planned to meet in Uptown for dinner at 6. We both got there at 6:30. We got to the Walker around 7:25, leaving us with a couple minutes to wait in line before the theater opened for the 8pm show. No relaxing and no art was involved. Normally, this would have not bothered me, but I just kept thinking about my relaxing alone time and got frustrated how the night unfolded.
I made a comment to Adam that I want to try to come back next Thursday to see the galleries and he said that we should. I have no idea how to tell him that I just might want to go alone...
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