Saturday the BF and I decided to go meet my BFF and unrelated roomie at the Jazz Festival. As you know (or maybe you don't know, look at me...ASSuming) I am a huge support of the local arts community. Huge. I donate lots and lots of time. But... I was very irritated that at 8:30pm they wanted to charge us each $10 to get in. WHAT? I don't really care for Jazz music (ugh, that one Jazz musician I dated would love to hear that), it sounds nice and calm, but.... I don't feel much of a need to pay to listen to it. And.... we had what? 2 hours left?
Last year the BFF and I went to the Jazz Festival every night. That is where he introduced me to the unrelated roomie. So it was our anniversary of sorts. But... last year I could have sworn we didn't pay. I mean... I KNOW we didn't.*
But I paid anyways because I wanted to hang out with the BFF since we hadn't hung out in ages. The BF and I are getting off the bike when what do I see with my own eyes? My parents convertible wondering down the street looking, desperately, for a place to park. So I call out to them, we have a mini conversation and agree to meet up.
Yes. I just invited my parents to hang out with us. Why? Because they rock. Seriously ask anyone. I have the coolest parents ever. And my dad buys me booze, sometimes. But not if it is before noon.
*I later remembered that last year I had VIP passes, that's why BFF and I came every night. Silly.
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