Shit wtf.

[funkyplatypus]

There I am, dressed up to the nines, shoes polished and hair snazzied-up. Suit and tie I got from a friend and I feel like James fucking Bond. And I am standing at the entrance of the party I was invited to, wondering why there's nobody there. And I look around the place and see people setting tables up and getting things ready. And I am only fashionably late-- the event was supposed to start at 9:30 and it's 10:28 now. It couldn't be that it, y'know, happened and I missed it. Frow burrowed and quite confused, I look at my invitation again;

Arvatofest
Auditorio de Buenos Aires
Paseo del Pilar
Av. Pueyrredon 2501
2do nivel
17 nov 21:30

I blink.

Arvatofest
Auditorio de Buenos Aires
Paseo del Pilar
Av. Pueyrredon 2501
2do nivel
17 nov 21:30

I. am. such. a. fucking. TOOL.
And I had gotten into that big fight with Mariana about her not being able to come and I had made plans with her for the following night and I am a fucking idiot and what the hell is wrong with me.

And then I get on a bus to go back home and it's the wrong bus (I misread "Avenida Congreso" for just simply "Congreso", where I live) and it left me in some shitty little town on the outskirts of Buenos Aires where everything was closed down and there was nobody on the streets and there were no pay phones anywhere and I couldn't find the stop for the bus that would take me back so I ended up havin g to pay a shitload of money for a cab.

Then I came home and went to bed, angry at myself over my complete and total ineptitude.
Honestly. What the hell is going on with my brain?