#12 See a movie by myself – CHECK!

Of late, I've been busy checking things off my 30 for 30 list. That's why, when I was offered two free tickets to Saturday night's "Heddatron" performance at the Steppenwolf Theatre, I ultimately decided to go solo and check off #12. (Of course, I did first try really hard to find someone to join me since The Fella was working, even offering to give away the pair of tickets. It was nothing short of impossible to break people from their coupledom bliss at last minute's notice.)

Why is #12 even on my list? I'm hoping that by starting to do more things on my own, I'll feel more natural in my own skin and networking with others. It sounds stupid, I admit, but I find it incredibly uncomfortable to attend events (organized or not) on my own. Even something as simple as going to dinner––or seeing a movie––by myself instills the bejesus in me! Even when I was single, I didn't go to things on my own. Last year, I went to one fashion event by myself, and that was just okay. While I didn't feel wildly out of place from the cliques of two people or more, I just didn't have such a fun time (Celine Dion's All By Myself kept running through my head, and you all know how obnoxious that is).

I decided to do up my Saturday night right. Dressed to the nines in all-black, Gagaesque boots, and my new NARS Red Lizard lippy, I proudly proclaimed my single status en route to the theatre. It was overall an enjoyable night out by myself, except for the part when I presented to the usher the tickets that I had just picked up from Will-Call. She was genuinely perplexed as to why I have two tickets, is my guest going to come later, and why not? The horror! Is this what singles experience every day??? It was also a bit weird to walk into a sold-out, small theatre, and to seek out one single seat.

Nevertheless, in "Heddatron" a depressed, suicidal Michigan housewife gets abducted by a clan of renegade robots, all the while interwoven into another story line involving a 19th century Norwegian playwright who is also in an unhappy marriage––what's not to love (although, granted, probably not the best play to be seen seeing alone!)? The subtext was about marital problems, but I'm just not sure I'm artsy enough to understand how the robots fit in. Luckily for the stranger seated next to me, they got to hear an earful of my comments all night.