While visiting Virginia I managed to get a little rash on my forearm. I wasn’t sure of the source and I didn’t want to go to the doctor because I have no interest in learning I have allergies. Instead, I just Googled the symptoms. “Turns out I’ve got bladder cancer,” I told Tree. “Seems extreme,” he replied.
Also extreme, in his opinion, was my response when he told me Adele had rescheduled her concert and it will be taking place at the same time I am celebrating my birthday – in New York. “Well, I’m not going,” I told him. “What do you mean? Don’t you think you could come home early or maybe go another weekend?” “No, I don’t think I can do that,” I replied. “Look at me, I always celebrate my birthday at a different time. That is what happens when you are born on Christmas,” he stated. “Well, I’m doing it. Besides, there is no guarantee she won’t cancel again,” I advised him. “No way,” he said, “Don’t decide yet. Oh, any chance I could bring a date by on Saturday?” “Sure,” I said. “Perfect, thanks. Your house seems to be the place everyone has dates,” he told me. “Everyone but me,” I quipped. “By ‘everyone,’ I meant me and Sleepless,” he corrected me.
I think my face might have reddened at that moment and not because of any sort of allergic reaction. After thinking about the Adele concert for a bit – and reviewing my past few concert experiences – I decided to sell my ticket. It seems my public announcement of this decision wasn’t pleasing to Tree, “I thought we discussed making rash decisions.” Sweet of him to be so concerned about my bladder cancer.