How I 90% ruined "date night"

DH and I don't do a whole lot. Oh we go out for dinner, either with friends or just the two of us, once in a while. We order Indian take-out every so often. Once in a very great while we might go see a movie. But sadly we've gotten to the point in our lives where we're just as happy hanging out at home as we are doing anything else, and the effort involved in getting ready to go out, parking and driving and yada yada yada (not to mention the fact that people, in general, are total boors).

So last night was a big deal; we had plans to see Todd Barry at the Arlington Cinema and Drafthouse. We went out for dinner first at Thai Farm, where I had my favorite mussels (Hoy Obb) and a glorious Thai Farm Duck. DH had the even more glorious Honey Shrimp (which were a religious experience in seafood form). Anyway, after an incredible dinner, DH and I drove the 45 minutes to Arlington and waited 30 minutes in the freezing cold to see Todd Barry.

Now, I had plenty of opportunity to buy tickets online, but I didn't do so, figuring that we'd likely punk out of going for some excuse or another. DH had bothered me on numerous occasions to order tickets, but I kept checking online and it seemed that they were still available, so I thought it wouldn't be necessary.

And that's how I ruined date night. We waited 30 minutes in the freezing cold on one of the rare occasions that we go out and do something, and the tickets had been sold out.

This is the second time I haven't ordered tickets for something online that I wanted to do (the first time was to see "Lunch" during the DC Fringe Festival, where we got in by the skin of our teeth after I "offered" to sleep with the writer/director/someone connected with the play) and I can assure you that it will be the last time.

Of course, I consider myself only 90% at fault. There was nothing stopping DH from using his better judgment and ordering tickets himself.