Last night, P's boyfriend called me to "remind" me of the Sounders final this Tuesday. I was totally caught off guard because I hadn't realized I was going to that... but apparently, they bought me a ticket, probably as a friendly gesture and probably as a thank you for taking them to their first Sounders game a few weeks back.
As nice as it was for them to do that, the more I think about it, the more annoyed I get. Weeks ago, he had contacted me about it and I really don't remember ever telling him I wanted to go. In fact, I said I didn't because (1) I may have a lot of school work (which I do, as I had anticipated), (2) I may be in the process of apartment hunting/moving (which I am, as I had anticipated), and (3) I wanted to save money because at the time, V & I were planning on going to Arcade Fire. The third option didn't go through, but in my mind, that money I saved "not" going to the game nor Arcade Fire, we were gonna spend on a couple of shows at the Showbox that we really wanted to go to.
Now I'm in this predicament where I grin & bear it, set my stuff aside and go, or come off like an ass and tell them last minute that I can't go after they bought me a ticket. I can't decide what to do and thinking about this annoys me more & more, but I don't want to get to the level of resenting them. This is probably an easy issue or light matter to deal with, but still, I hate being in this position.
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