Go on and lose it

"Everybody makes mistakes/Everybody has those days..." -Hannah Montana

Yeah Miss Montana? Well, I doubt you've had the day I've had.

Enter: Wake up at 6:00 in the morning on a Saturday. Get in the shower, dress, and eat breakfast. Wonder why I'm up so early? I have a Youth and Government shindig. I get ready to go, and then wake my dad up at 7:30 and tell him we should go soon. I have to be there by 9 am, and it's about a half-hour away. That translates to an hour or so with me driving (still on my permit, so Dad has to come) and the fact that we don't exactly know where the Anita Tuvin Schlecter building is. I drove fine on the way there, no one died. =)

We get there, and we were kind of lost--but that wasn't that big of deal. We were still early and we found the place all right. I also found my friend from Y&G who had told me what was going on today. We stood outside the ATS building...and it was locked. There wasn't a soul in sight.

Me: "B-b-but I d-d-don't understand." (My teeth were chattering, it was cold.)

We were convinced that it was today, at 9 am, and everyone else was just late. So we waited for a few VERY STRAINED moments. Me, still dumbstruck, looked down at my program agenda. And it read, verbatim:

Pennsylvania Youth & Government
Servant Leaders Training

October 27, 2007

At this point, my stomach kind of lurched upward in my body. I thought I might upchuck or something.

I was early, all right--TWO WEEKS EARLY. (If you haven't figured that out yet.)

I had driven about an hour there to find out that I had the wrong date. My dad, who has been going through his mid-life crisis over the last couple weeks (and has been in a VERY sour mood with me on the whole) just laughed at me. Then we dipped out of there faster than you could say Anita Tuvin Schlecter.

I drove home with my face clenched in a grimace. I felt SO STUPID. SO DITZY. Unintelligent. Ridiculously ridiculous. Any word that means *blush* or *cringe*--I felt it. I kinda wanted to cry a little too. My dad told me not to beat myself up about it, and I guess he really couldn't be angry at me because I was so angry at myself. And he stayed not-angry on the ride home...and when we went to this diner down the street from my house for breakfast. I had scrambled eggs, scrapple, and bread-toast. It was nice for a little bit of Dad-Alexa time, since we've both been so pissed at each other lately. (He didn't get relatively angry until tonight, but he was moreso "severely annoyed.")

When I got home, it was about 10:45ish, and I was freezing my butt off (Wednesday to Thursday the temperature dropped from 80°F to 60°F and windy in one night). I curled up in a ball on the couch and stayed there until 4 pm, basically just sleeping off this shitty week.