My Big Mistake, Part 2

Remember when I gloated that my daughter didn't even want Hannah Montana tickets?

Yeah. Once again, I get my comeuppance.

When all of her friends were desperate for Hannah Montana I went ahead and bought tickets for the Little Mermaid on Broadway. She was so excited. And then it turned out that my friend the theater reviewer was going to join us and help pay for the tickets.

And then the stage hands went on strike and Broadway went dark.

I felt so bad for my daughter. She had been so excited to see a Broadway show. I decided to go online and see if I could, just maybe, find some Hannah Montana tickets for a decent price.

I couldn't. But I bought them anyway.

I don't know what I was thinking. It was impulsive. As soon as I hit the "submit" button I felt like throwing up.

But I still figured, with all her friends had been talking about it, that my daughter would be ecstatic.

Not so much.

When I told her about the tickets, she sort of said, "Oh."

So I told her, "I paid a lot of money for these tickets. And there are a lot of girls who would love them. If you don't really want to go, I can sell them."

"No, I want to go. A lot of my friends will be there. They love Hannah Montana."

"But, do you love Hannah Montana?" I asked her.

"I don't love her, but I don't hate her," she replied.

Great.

I was having fits of guilt for spending that much money all week. But she loved it. My mom was in town and took her while I spent time with my son. Even my mom loved it. In the end, especially since the Broadway stage hand strike doesn't seem to be ending and I'll get a refund on those tickets, I'm glad she went

She's a good kid. No, actually, she's a great kid. I'm glad she had so much fun.

By the way, I had the brilliant idea of taking my son to Chuck E Cheese's that night. And so did half the other moms in town. It was mobbed. And possibly louder than the concert.