Because the Ducks are going to be there. Oh, money, why do you have to ALWAYS be getting in the way of my idea of a good time? Let’s say we (Andrew and I) got to go and it cost us $2,500. Well, first, I’d have to consider everything else I could do with that money. I could put it toward paying off our car. I could put it in savings (er…more accurately, I could leave it there, since that’s where the money would come from in the first place). I could try and do some mad freelance work to make a quick and cool $2,500, but then I would be up all night every night working, and I’d be a grouch. And I don’t want to be grouchy at the National Championship game.
What would you do? The “responsible” Liz says, watch the game on TV, just be glad your team is going (unless something awful happens at Reser’s…shudder). But the “fun” Liz says, you only live once! Blow your savings! $2,500 isn’t really enough money to keep catastrophe at bay anyway. The car payment will still be there tomorrow. This could be a once-in-a-lifetime trip. Do it. DO IT!
I. Want. To. Go. To. Phoenix.
Darn me and my practical, responsible ways.
I say – if we can’t go we throw a really fun party the day of the game and watch it with friends. That might make up for missing it a little. :/