To go or not to go.

My lovely wife has been out of town since Wednesday. It's been since Tuesday since I've left my little resdential area. The kids and I have walked down to the pool a few times, but we haven't driven anywhere since she left. I've been 24/7-Dad for the better part of four days and four nights.



Now Paige is home and I'm ready to get out and roam, wander, live it up a bit. The ever-cool Kate-O mentioned earlier that Hotpipes are playing at The Basement. It's a benefit show with no cover but donations appreciated. Heck, it's been so long since I've seen a live show and I'd be happy to drop a five in the hat in exchange for a bit of that musical escape for an hour or so.



But then, me being me, I wonder if I need to make that quick trip from Hermitage to Nashville in my car. That's gas money better suited for going to work and back. Anyway, I've got lots of music here and I could get my escape in the form of a night stroll around here accompanied by iPod. My ever-expanding belly would benefit more from a brisk walk than a "belly up to the bar."



Walk around here spending no money at all or treat myself to some music and a bit of a social life, even if it's in the form of quietly watching a band as I sit on a barstool, spending maybe a total of fifteen bucks or so? One more Sam Adams and my decision will be made for me: Two beers on an empty stomach means I stay here. One beer down and I'm debating the night.



Of course, if there is anyone in Hermitage who would like to see a show and be my designated driver, then you're my new favorite person.



[Edit to add: If the thunder outside is any indication of the weather to come, I'll neither walk nor rock. I'll just watch Planet Terror and drink what's left of the beer in the fridge. Nothin' wrong with that at all.]