Update

Thanks everybody. I can't tell you what it meant to come home from my date and find so many people cheering me on. I really did debate going, but Diva Girl seemed more upset at the idea of missing out at going to Gramma's than at my going out. And, to be totally selfish, I wanted to go. Even if it wasn't a date, I wanted to go out, on my own, to an event that was designed strictly with grownups in mind.

Yes, I did go. And it was a date. At least, I'm pretty sure it was a date. It was just the two of us and he bought tickets; that makes it a date, right?

Just to clarify, I'm not always quite this much of a dork, but the last two times we went out he also provided the tickets, but they were free passes, and we always ended up in a group of his friends.

Oh, what? I forgot to mention that we've been out twice before? Um, yeah. We've been out twice before.

The first time we went out, we saw Chuck and Larry and Becoming Jane. It was just supposed to be Chuck and Larry, but then he asked if I was up for seeing Becoming Jane because he had free tickets. We saw the first movie on our own and had a pretty good time in spite of the fact that my jeans were soaked from a slide in a puddle on the way to the meet. Then two female friends joined us for Becoming Jane, which was also a good experience, even if I did end up blubbering and had to be surreptitiously passed a napkin so that I could blow my nose. Fortunately, that was after the nacho cheese covered popcorn we were sharing was gone, so it was slightly less embarrassing than it could have been.

The second time we went out was also to the movies--an advance screening of The Last Legion. But again, we were with friends of his, so it was sort of hard to figure out exactly what the dynamic was. It was a good movie and a good time, but I wasn't sure if we were on a date or just hanging out. I liked the no pressure aspect of it all, but at the same time, sometimes it's nice to know where you stand--or sit, as the case may be.

And now there was this--an invite to a club that occurred more than 4 hours before the event, and just the two of us. So that's progress, right?

What's not progressing well is Diva Girl's mood. Yes, she wanted to go to Gramma's house last night, but that does not mean that she wanted me to go out while she did. And today, I'm paying the price. Diva Girl is miserable in both senses of the word--I believe her sadness is genuine, but she is also being genuinely unpleasant. Demanding, defiant, picking fights with both me and her sister, and losing what little self-control she has the instant things don't immediately go her way. I'm trying to be tolerant and empathetic, but to be honest, I was up way too late last night to have the patience required to deal with Defcon 1 behaviour.

Comments

How rude, you didn't even let us know how the club thing went!
Baa's attitude always sucks the day after I have a late night, I reckon she is telepathic and just does it to wind me up.
Maybe you need to have a chat with Diva before Monday, get it started with a clean slate and see if it changes the week.

Yay, date!

Sorry about Sabrina making the sleepy morning tough. Has she gotten to watch HSM2 yet?

Ooooooh, you went on date!

It's amazing how in-tune daughters can be with their mamas, yes?