One of Those Nights

We all sat through Woyzeck at the Volkstheater last night, and I nearly fell asleep about halfway through. The actors were technically fine, but nothing about it landed for me or Rebecca. Dinner before the show—Augustiner Keller or wherever—wasn’t any better. One of those evenings where everything is supposed to be good but just feels flat.

There was tension somewhere, people wound tight about something, and there wasn’t much room for any actual fun. Sometimes you do the cultural things because you’re supposed to, and the execution just doesn’t meet the promise.

But tonight’s better already. Staying at Rebecca’s place because her mom’s cooking something tomorrow afternoon. That alone is worth the wait. I’ve got time to finally push my level in World of Warcraft if I can focus, and I’m still chasing redemption from getting demolished at SingStar last time.

Could’ve stayed in bed today. Probably should’ve. But tomorrow feels worth it.