double-booked

I double-booked myself on Saturday night. It's what happens when you book tickets for something in 2007 when you don't yet have your 2008 diary to write it in. Anyway it was a real test of my masculinity - the two overlapping events that I had a ticket to were a ballet, Giselle, performed by the Australian Ballet, and a football (soccer) match, between the QLD Roar and Brazilian team Palmeiras. Both started at 7:30pm and went for about an hour and a half, so it was one or the other.

The Giselle tickets were bought at some stage last year by my ex (with whom I am still good mates), and I had totally forgotten about it. When the Roar tickets went on sale I was definitely keen, and even checked my diary to see if I had anything on that weekend. Nope, nothing.

So which one did I end up going to? The ballet. Why? I had a few reasons.
- It was the first event I committed to. By a long shot.
- It was the more expensive of the two.
- I have the whole upcoming A-League season to watch the Roar boys play.
- It was a trial game meaning that they would try to blood a lot of young talent.
- Giselle by the Australian Ballet isn't something that comes around every day.
- The Roar ticket was really easy to find another home for.
- Although I was told she wouldn't mind if I didn't go, I wasn't going to bail.
- And no, I am not whipped.

So I went to the ballet. And really enjoyed it. I've always had a thing for stuff like ballets, that are more considered to be the kind of thing that girls like. Part of the fun is dressing up a little without being too formal (having said that, there were a lot of men in full suits) - threw on a nice shirt and jeans, and added a new sports jacket I bought that day and a pair of shoes I hadn't yet worn (ouch...). Though it was only the third ballet I'd been to, after Sleeping Beauty and Don Quixote. All performed by the Australian Ballet. I mean, don't get me wrong, the Queensland Ballet are great, but obviously the Australian Ballet is better... Oh well, I've been to a lot more sporting events than ballets, plays and musicals, so I still feel quite masculine. I am man, hear me roar.

Anyway, turns out an Option C for Saturday night popped up as well, which was a 22nd birthday of a girl I had met only once before, starting around the same time. This one was definitely gonna go a lot longer than 90 minutes, so I managed to sqeeze it in afterwards. Figured I may as well make the most of the night.