Impatience, reluctance to see the end?

I get bored easily. I'm impatient.

I no longer play golf because of my bad back, but I would get to 15 holes and want to go home. 9 was not enough, but 18 was too many. Often I would beg David to leave complaining that we needed to get home for something or other.

When we go to the Baseball, I love the atmosphere, I love the hot dogs. I like seeing some of the play. I get to the 7th inning or about 9:30 and I want to go home. I have eaten my fix of 'bad' food and I want to be home in bed before 10 or 10:30 p.m.

Last night David and I went to see Snow Patrol and Ok Go! in concert. A good concert; OK Go! was a little sub par, (Damien the lead singer was sick and we'd seen them at MUCH smaller venues) and Snow Patrol was great, but not as great as I expected. However, after 3 hours of music and way past my bed time at 11 p.m. I was ready to go.

David wasn't. He wanted more.

The final song. I wanted to go.

David wanted to hear the encore. I didn't.

We stayed for the encore.

As soon as the last song finished we left. Me sleepy and grumpy, back aching. The cab ride home was quiet.

Must learn compromise, must learn patience, must get more sleep.

Comments

[ian]

But if Dave was there last night, why are you blogging? More sleep can be achieved by not getting up at 6am until you have small children requiring such behaviour.

At what point in your transformation to being American did you start referring to bands and other collective nouns as singular entities?