Friday Night with Pamela (and My Parents)
The process started Wednesday. My mom texted; she'd bought tickets for The Last Showgirl, including one for me, whether I could go or not. I misread the night and said I couldn't go. When she corrected me, saying the show was on Friday, I was faced with a moral dilemma. My Friday night was open. However, to accept her invitation was to accept that I was, again, going to spend a weekend evening with my folks. As I get older, it hasn't become easier to hang with my parents on weekend nights. Those
The DC: I might have a thing or four to say about this