How do I get myself into these things?

Rather, that should say, How do I let my dad get me into these things?

I received a call a few weeks ago from a woman regarding a committee that my dad thought I'd be interested in... I can't begin to tell you how wrong he was. Yet, here I am talking to her weeks later, saying I'll go to a meeting next week.

Ugh... The thing is, I have the time to do it, just not the inclination. So, next Wednesday I'll be sitting in a conference room with eighteen strangers
counting...
the...
seconds.
If it goes a minute past seven, I'm out of there. Wade's got a full-band acoustic set that night, that I'm not missing.

Maybe something will crop up in the coming weeks that will give me a Get Out of Jail Free card...