So just because I have done it once before – and heck, not too long ago now, is it not? – I am getting the feeling that I can do it again for the second time.
I had the whole day to mull it over. Obviously, it is not as easy as what my favourite footwear brand proudly declares.
But I knew that I had to go for the previous. I gave in. And I had an absolutely lovely time then. All doubts, misgivings, fears – vanquished. Besides, nothing makes it more sweet than having it as the first.
Now, soon I may just have my second – but I was not particularly sure. I was not convinced.
Do I really need to do it again?
Is this just to assure myself that I really can?
How did this turn out to become a goal, a mission of sorts?
A quick look at the setlist was not particularly enticing – none of my favourite songs are in th— whoa, whoa, wait. What was that?
(Yes, yes. Then again, I do not know of anyone who actually lists Spies as a favourite.)
That did it. Plastic put to use. What follows next? Hotel bookings. Bus tickets. Leave applications. Again.
And now, there is only one issue left to be dealt with: who can I drag along down south again, for this?
Sigh. I need to stop thinking that I can conquer the world.