Sunday, at the outset of a week where I don’t really have time for anything but the enormous stack of work on my desk (thank you, report cards) my momma called to say she had an extra ticket for a show tonight.

What show, you ask? Michael Jackson THE IMMORTAL World Tour, the Cirque de Soleil production. I’m not shouting part of that title: for some reason the Cirque people decided to make those words all caps. I guess Michael deserves it, but it irks the English teacher in me.

I have approximately six minutes to finish typing this post, toss on my coat, and walk to the LRT station. I refuse to try to park in the arena mish-mosh for tonight’s show, and I would rather pay three bucks to hop the train than to fight seven thousand other cars for a fifteen dollar spot. Public transportation works for me! If I really hurry, I could even find a moment to smear on a little lip gloss.

Here we are. It’s a school night, and I’m going out on the town. Part of me feels pretty naughty to have plans besides school work on a Tuesday, as if I’m going to get in trouble for having a life on a weeknight, even if I’m meeting up with my mom, who is so not a bad ass.

I hope your Tuesday was awesome, and that you’re recovering admirably from the sugar-coma Halloween hides behind its mask. I’m off to see the most flexible folks in the world!

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