People go to great lengths in the name of ‘oh, that seemed funny.’ Unfortunately, those actions are often poorly thought out.

So on a snap judgement, without any rational thought and analysis of my decision, I said yes to attending ‘Barbie Live! in Fairytopia’ based on the following criteria:

I knew the actress playing Barbie. She was a friend of a friend in high school, her father is my father’s doctor, et cetera.

Barbie was above the fold on the New York Times front page. So the show has to be good, right? Even if it’s about … Barbie? In Fairytopia?

It was going to be funny. Or something. Like I said, I was a little fuzzy on how it was going to be ‘funny,’ save the irony of three 24-year-olds in a sea of mothers and six-year-old daughters.

The only way we kept our sanity was to a) drink during the intermission, conspicuously showing ourselves as the only demographic that would consume alcohol at a Barbie function, and b) leave after said intermission. In one way, I could use a little more off-the-wall irrational decisions in my life. Thanks to Natalie and Stephanie, who so graciously posed with the cutout Barbie and who agreed with me when I said we needed to leave.

This, however, should not have been one of those poor decisions. Oh, the irony.