I Blame Ben Franklin.
Months prior to Fun Fun Fun Fest, 2010:
I buy two tickets to Saturday's show and urge my boyfriend to do the same--we invited a friend each to accompany us at FFF. We buy our tickets. Countdown to FFF begins in September.
Calendar is marked on the thirteenth of November for FFF. Who knows why, but I was utterly convinced of the show being on that weekend. Big mistake.
3 weeks prior to Fun Fun Fun Fest, 2010:
Boyfriend (Josh) and I sign up for Rio Reforestation in Edinburg, Texas (A community service project in which we would spend a few hours planting trees in order to replenish the many that were lost for whatever reason). Rio Reforestation date? November 6, 2010. No big deal. Festival is the following weekend anyway, right?
Friday Night. One day prior to CORRECT FFF date:
Text message in my inbox, circa 11 pm, from my friend Moses (who planned to attend FFF on Saturday). I'm asleep by then because the service project would begin at 6:45 am. At a glance, I notice it says "Ready for the fest tomorrow?!". I respond with "It's next week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and go back to bed.
Day of Saturday show/Rio Reforestation:
I wake up at 6 am, with the worst thought in my head: "What did Moses mean by 'tomorrow'?" I get on the web. He wasn't just trying to scare me.. Fun Fun Fun Fest...the show I spent $107 dollars on and spent months planning for...that was happening today! Normally, I might consider going anyway. Thing is, I live a good 5 to 6 hours away from Austin. I would have had to have left at 6 am, at the latest. I shed a tear or two, call Josh, and continue getting ready to leave for Edinburg. The saddest part? I would miss Bad Religion. My all-time purpose for going. Aside from The Vandals, The Dwarves, Gwar, The Casualties, and so on... The central focus of all that I looked forward to in 2010. Anyhow, DEPRESSION SETS IN! Argument ensues betwixt my mother and I. As expected. I proceed to plant trees later that day. End of story.
So you think, at least...