It Sounded Like a Good Idea at the Time

It was a close call.  If anyone has known me for any amount of time you know that despite my occasional extreme swings of, um “mood”, I really don’t like things that fall in the “extreme” category. “Very cold?”  OMG.  I can’t get more layers on fast enough.  There’s nothing worse than being “very cold”  unless, of course, it’s “very hot” and then, look out.  I lose my mind at “very hot”.  I’ll sweat. I’ll whine.  I’ll complain and moan.  You would think the world is ending if the mercury rises about 23-C.  I’m so not kidding.

“Very wet.”   Oh come on now!  No one likes being “very wet” unless of course you’re in a swimming pool, cooling off from 25-C temperatures, enjoying a very wet cocktail.  “Very wet” wrecks your hair and if your clothing has even an ounce of non-natural fibres, well, “very wet” does the same thing to your clothes.

 “Very dry” is not as bad as “very wet” and certainly no where near the terror of “very hot” but none-the-less it falls in the category of “very” and I am just not a fan.  The only thing I like “very dry” is my martini.  No kidding.

So yeah, I don’t like things that fall in the realm of “very.” 

Which makes it curious, don’t you think that recently for my birthday we purchased tickets to an outdoor concert that will be held across the Straight next weekend?  Curious, indeed.  And knowing myself as I do, just a little bit stupid.

Because, did you catch the part about it being an outdoor concert venue?  Where, in the summer, it could be VERY HOT?  Or given that it’s near a body of water, which regulates the amount of precipitation we get at any one time, it could equally be VERY WET?  Where I could be sitting in a field, in the mud, miserable and trying desperately to hold my stuff together…trying not to complain about being hot…or wet…or miserable.  And likely not doing a very good job of it.

 What were we thinking?

Well, I (and not the one whom I adore) was thinking it might be fun to see Jon Bon Jovi shake his money-maker all night long.   But last week, as we began looking at the long-range forecast and saw that it could be both very hot and very wet next weekend in Moncton – sanity returned to our home and I put our tickets up for sale.  Some lovely person from Summerside is now going to enjoy a concert in the mud and heat and meantime, we’ll be over in Nova Scotia where the forecast is decidedly very warm but not very hot, visiting with friends from our Jasper days, keeping very cool with very dry martinis.  

Disaster -  narrowly averted.