For weeks, I’d been mulling over whether to go to a fundraiser at the other end of town. I’d already bought a ticket, but I felt good about the donation, and my attendance seemed secondary. Plus, it was on a Sunday, a perfect evening to be cozy at home. The day before the event, a married couple I know called to say they’d be happy to be my chauffeur (and I’d have someone to walk in with), and there went my final excuse. As it turned out, I had fun.
The New Yorker cover by Christoph Niemann
It seems to be true that sometimes the things you try to talk yourself out of end up being really fun. Not always the case, but I have found this to be true in many cases. Good for you for going and I’m glad you enjoyed yourself!
Since I was not in control of the ride home, I ended up staying a lot longer than I would’ve on my own. I’m glad it was a good party.