I really don’t know how I do these things to myself.
I have a ticket to the Herbie Hancock concert sitting in my backpack.
I had originally thought that the concert was tonight.
It isn’t.
The concert was last night.
You would be amazed by the level of self-control that I am exerting right now.
It is nine in the morning and I want to die. This does not bode well for the rest of the day.
Somebody just kill me. Seriously. Right now. I have it coming.
[A Later Edit:
Fortunately for me, I don't often make the same mistake twice.
(Well... in a row, anyway.)
Since I thought the Herbie Hancock concert was on tonight and it was actually on last night, I've taken my lesson from that and caught on that the Cadence Weapon show -- which I also have my ticket for, and which I would have sworn was tomorrow night -- is actually on tonight.
I'm an idiot, yes, but there's hope for me yet!]
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I hope you've learned something today. You know, when you say on a Thursday night that you'd better die because life can only get a million times worse, YOU HAD BETTER STICK TO YOUR GUNS.
I was expecting a wonderful review. I expect compensation in full for the lack of dramatized recollections of the night much in the way that you're not getting your money back; any of it.
This is exactly the outpouring of sympathy and support that I needed to see. Thank you.
As you might imagine, I spent the better part of the morning at work internalizing my absolute fury at myself; it is a testament to my focus and to my acting skills that nobody at work was any the wiser about it.
I'm still mad, of course, but with a far cooler head about the whole thing; in my lifetime I've done far dumber things with money than handing over a big wad of it to a respected and beloved artist. Really, it's kind of like supporting PBS, and most of the time people don't watch that anyway either.
When I found my own offshoot school of Zen Buddhism, this one's going into the koans.
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