i took myself on a date to see punch brothers last night.
i ate extra garlic at dinner, arrived 20 minutes late,
and didn't have to worry about making dumb conversation or anything.
and the concert was-- once i got over the shock of how little a banjo
player's fingers move and how much chris thile moves-- great.
however, i still want to know who chris thile wants not to get married without him.
p.s. my concert breath was horrific.
but that is the last thing you worry about when you take yourself on a date.