W: Stephanie, it’s Whit (also known as my super awesome friend/personal stylist. Ok, she’s not just my stylist. She could be yours too. E-mail me for deets.)
W: What are you doing tomorrow night?
Me: Um, happy hour with my friend, Dawn and then I dunno.
W: I have a much better plan for you.
W: 311 and Snoop Dog concert.
W: Sandstone. Are you in? (Names list of people also attending.)
W: In background to her boyfriend: It’s Steph. I think she’s going! She’s so cool!
Me: Pause. [Thinking (Why was I thinking? This should have been an easy yes, but I was trying to think if there would be any negative consequences that could result in such concert going. Ok, I won’t be driving, the ticket is free, yes, I have to cancel on Dawn, but she’d totally understand, I don’t have to work on Friday and the concert is free and it’s Snoop Dog. Awesome.)]
Me: I’m in. (duh.)