It's a turn down day.... and I dig it...

For the first time in a long time I had a really good day off. Despite a rocky start.
I have a really good friend from Long Island. We both enjoy a lot of the same things. Music, and Wrestling probably two of the biggest. Often times in the past when going to WWE events in Connecticut, She's also gone to catch the shows, catch up with me, and whoever else went with me (Usually my good friend Kyle). But when a show has been in New York, things out of my control (Ie: Timing, Tickets selling out in less than ten seconds, etc.) have happened, and so it always hasn't been fair. Why should one friend always have to take a long road trip, but the other only take a 30 minute trek?
I also have a fear of going long distances by myself, or to a major city by myself. I think the last time I went to a major city alone was to see The Dollyrots in 2005. That was Poughkeepsie, in a relatively run down part of the city.
Luckily for me there were a few shows that same night, and a lot of people keep some of the criminal element at bay.
Today I faced my long distances fear, after getting a push from my LI Friend, and a push from a former coworker from a past business life (Ie: "She's cute! WTF is the matter with you? GO! NOW! AAARRRGGHH!!!!")
He's right. She actually is. But I'm glad I was able to take their collective advice, and go.
It was great. We got some Mexican food, went to a Starbucks, went to a Long Island Sound candy shop, talking about anything, and everything. She wanted to pick up the new DVD about Matt, and Jeff Hardy, so we went to a Target, and a Best Buy down there, where she got the last copy.
After that it started to get later, and seeing how I work tomorrow at 7am I had to head back. So we stopped at a Gas station (Where they sell BAWLS water) Got our beverages, and said our Goodbyes. And the guy at the counter even thought I was cool. Which was actually the second guy to think so. A guy at the Mexican food joint was psyched to see I had been sporting a Husker Du shirt. And another loved the fact that my friend had an Oregon Trail shirt.
I actually did survive the way home even after getting off of a wrong exit, I even made it ahead of schedule.
So a really nice innocent day. Which was really.... well nice. I could have wussed out, and done the same thing here in Connecticut BY MYSELF. But it was worth the $40 on overpriced gasoline, $11 in tolls. and four hours of travel time. On top of this wonderful day off? I got home to find out Kyle managed to score Great American Bash tickets after all. So my friend will see us in NY again.