Which is fine, really. Doubt I could find someone to come with on such short notice, and the last time I saw her I don't think Dawn appreciated having to wipe the drool off my chin every few minutes. . .
But it wasn't a date, so it was ok.
Anyway, it's warmed up enough that the prospect of standing out by the lake for the Sting concert in Grant Park isn't totally repellant as an alternate activity for the evening.
So many options open to me.
Except the Margaret show, which isn't.