Angel vs. Devil: FITE!!!
So here's the dilemma (and non-apologies to those of you who don't see this as a dilemma):
She's in town working for Teh St00g3s, who are playing ATP's Nightmare Before Xmas this weekend. "Come on down," she insists. "You can ride on the tourbus and stay at our hotel." So surely this is a dream come true - go down to the coolest festival in rock, hanging around with my teenage idols with my teenage best friend. What's the problem? It's like a dream come true!
So what's the problem? I'd have to skip a day, maybe two, off work. A week of no sleep, no rest, heavy drinking, on top of building PMT... right when I desperately need some time off. I haven't had a proper day off in weeks, with the band, and gigs and stuff. I *need* to stay home and rest, and this is the last chance I have to clean the flat before my mum comes the next weekend. (Yeah, I know she said she didn't care, but *I* care.) Plus all those other things I won't get the chance to do at the weekend - the weekly shop, the laundry, make the weekly lunch curry...
Yeah, I know. What am I complaining about? I'm even *thinking* about not going to hang out with my teenage best friend - not to mention the coolest rock stars on the planet - for a free weekend of luxury, fun and amazing music? To stay home and TIDY MY FLAT?!?!? Am I crazy?
It's like I've got an angel on one shoulder telling me to go for it, it'll be the most fun EVAH!!! and a devil on the other shoulder to tell me to be a grown-up and remember my mortgage.