In January, Tiffanie and I had the rare opportunity for a night out. As part of Tiffanie's Christmas present for 2018, I thought it would be a romantic idea to purchase tickets to a Russian ballet troupe that was performing at the Grand Theater in Wausau. As I am woefully inept at gift giving, I was quite proud of this particular gift. I had even thought ahead to arrange for my mom to watch the kids on the night of the ballet.
The night of the ballet, we dropped the kids at my parent's house, drove to Wausau, and ate dinner at Basil, an Asian cuisine restaurant. As dinner progressed, panic and regret set in. Despite our best efforts to appear as a cultured worldly couple, Tiffanie and I began to slowly unpack all the reasons that ballet is the worst. The thought of sitting in a tightly confined space, unable to escape the tedium that was certainly in our immediate future became overwhelming. The dinner conversation that followed was a lengthy negotiation weighing all the pros and cons of bailing out on the entire affair. Was ballet really the worst? Could we possibly sneak out inconspicuously? How long could the ballet really be? (Turns out, at least six to eight hours in our imagination) How can we not go when we have nonrefundable tickets? During what turned out to be the best part of the night, (the cheesecake) we finally passed a unanimous resolution. We would not fall victim to the nightmare of ballet and instead opted for a quiet evening at home in our pajamas. We firmly believe to this day that we made the correct decision.
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