Well.... first let me tell you about yesterday.
I got up, showered and shampooed and carefully chose something nice to wear out to a special luncheon I had been invited to by phone, over a month ago. I had made a big circle around the date on my calendar, and wrote J&J's 12.pm. It was being held for a party of 9 old friends ( and as is often the case wherever I go, there is always an odd ball right) by a couple who had, immediately after Christmas , moved into a unit at one of those ritirement villiages and this was to celebrate that . I had not been there before, but had been verbally given a good set of instructions of where to go etc, etc.
It was not your usual summer casual BBQ where sandals and T shirts would suffice. On, no, for it was being held in the complexes own restaurant, and a lovely roast dinner was being cooked for us all by the resident chef and eventually we would return to the new home to complete the meal with coffee and a cheeseboard . I expect they want to show off their friends to their new neighbours at the same time that they are showing off their grand new residence. It is usually quite formal dress in that dining room I was told.
I had received instructions to go directly to the main building where we would all meet in the foyer, and be taken by our host and hostesses to the dining rooml
Being a generally punctual person I arrived on the dot of midday. I was first there. I seated myself as elegantly as I could and a proceeded to wait . Ten minutes later, I thought "Odd, the host and hostess have not even appeared. Crikey, I must have been early it must have been for 12.30 . Well, 12.30 came and went and so did several other people. It was like sitting in the direct pathway to the front door of a beehive, with all the busy bees buzzing in and out, and some going by more than once a or twice. But none of them were anyone I know. I started to "feel" their "Why is she waiting " looks as they passed me by. One of them handed me a newspaper with a pitying look , and resignedly I thought, "Well.... it must have been one oclock, they will all start arriving any minute now. God help me for not writing things down properly, ! " I gave the Herald a quick passing glance and the date at the top Saturday 6th February slowly seeped into my brain. "click.............click.................. click....!
"Excuse me, is this today's paper ?" I asked the receptionist who had at various stages throughout my wait, offered to phone my hosts, turned up the aircon, offered me water, AND reassured me that I WAS in the right place, and that indeed the ONLY restaurant WAS up on the next floor of that very building. Repeatedly I had declined all her offers and said, " No,no, it is my mistake... I have got the right place then, so I have just got the time wrong time. Silly me ! I,ll just wait a little longer.
"You have got the right day ?" was one very logical query which she made. " Oh Yes, I KNOW I have the right day, said I , ( thinking, I might be silly, but I am not that stupid ) I know I have the right day because I was supposed to pick up another couple on my way, and in fact, they phoned me yesterday, to say they were able to make their own way here after all, and so there would be no need for me to do a detour out of my way, to pick them up. " Yes, I did have the right day. I reassured myself by running the conversation I had, had, with my friend B. through my head again.
" Oh Kate, how are you ? You haven't forgotten J&J 's dinner party ? ...... "No, (interupting) I haven't and I haven't forgotten that I said I would swing by and pick you both up for it as well.... ( I even went up and cleaned my car thoroughly for the purpose)
"Well ... that is just it Kate, ( B interupts me) we have decided to take our own car now, because R is feeling much better and he has got his clearance to drive again, etc etc....That way we can leave to come home as soon as he gets too tired etc..." Oh , righty -oh.... am looking forward to seeing you all tomorrow then . " said I. Yes, I did.... I said, see you all
tomorrow.............
Yes, that was about it really. The conversation I mean. Of course I had the right day. No one corrected me when I said
see you tomorrow The receptionist gave me a pitying look and I continued to gaze into space. I was picturing my calendar hanging on the wall in my kitchen. It had a big circle around the 7 on the first column on the extreme left hand side. That was always " Sunday" right ?
But then suddenly.... click, click click..... how come this was TODAYS bloody paper, and it had SATURDAY 6th right across the top of it.
" Oh.... SH........ucks. ( somethings just don't look good in print. " @#$%$#@%$^!!!
I folded it carefully. and placed it back on the coffee table.
"Will you be on duty here tomorrow?" I asked the receptionist very sweetly.
" Oh yes, I only work weekends, " she replied.
" Well....... I guess I will be seeing you tomorrow then, " said I,very meekly at first, but with some assertion added " But remember this. When tomorrow comes, you have never seen me here before , right ? I am definitely not the silly fool who totally lost the plot this week somewhere about Friday, thinking it was Saturday, and then, on Saturday, thinking it was Sunday. Tomorrow, I will not be that same person, get it ? I feel so foolish...... It was NOT me right....it was some other stupid old fool......
" OMG... " She started to giggle. "My lips are sealed then."
So ladies, that is what I did yesterday. I guess I am going to be doing pretty much of the same thing again today too.
Except, I won't have to wait so long , and I won't be coming home again with an empty stomach.
Now, " What the hell am I going to wear today ?"
I can't have that receptionist thinking I am a grubby old sod, who does not change her clothes every day.
Bugger... of to rat through my wardrobe now. I don't want to be late today.
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I think most of us have missed a date or two in our past and sure to be more ahead, but I can just about sit in your shoes over this one.. I am not writing I have had a similar experience that clings to my mind, but I feel for you... LOL Sorry I can imagine you not wanting to wear the same specially chosen clothes too what a waste eh? I also wonder who did you tell later anyhow...argh what a whammy!
