Paranoia

No, this is not in regards to someone stealing my fingerprints (could totally happen, seriously), or the CIA hiding video cameras in my house (I’ll never forgive my middle school teacher for that one) but rather traveling to New York to see Equus.
You’ve never heard of Equus? Well, let me tell you about it. It’s a play about a boy who blinds all of his horses in a fit of something that he’s working through with a therapist. Let’s just say it involves things like naked horse riding and weird animal worship. You might know it as the show in which Daniel Radcliffe of Harry Potter fame gets naked.

Skye, Lindsey, and I decided we had to see this play when it came to Broadway and have had tickets for months. And these are good tickets, really good, we’re talking third row, middle seats. It was not until a few weeks ago that we realized these tickets are for the very night of the Presidential Inauguration. Yes, that presidential inauguration. Living in the DC metro area, most people are pretty excited about getting to go and watch it downtown, and now we have committed to being way up the coast on that exact day.

Now, you might this is going to be a normal decision, trying to balance the desire to watch Obama be inaugurated with having great seats to a play I desperately want to see, but then you’ve missed all the warning signs. Because immediately after realized I would be in NY, I thought how fortunate that would be if there is an “incident” on Inauguration Day. Now, my presence clearly could not impact that, you might say, if you’ve kept a tight hold on your sanity. Sadly, I now feel that to watch the inauguration would be tempting fate, daring it to smite me for having sacrificed my position of Northern safety.


Maybe Sharon was right about me being crazy after all.