Damn Everyone!
When your day starts out with getting on the wrong bus and not realizing it for 20 minutes, you can't expect much.
But dammit, is it that much to ask that I have one person in my life who would enjoy going to the Austin Poetry Slam finals as much as I would, and who could accompany me? I bought their ticket already, and they're just not showing up.
[UPDATE: 4:30 p.m. If I would learn to think of my married friends as less of a unit and more as two separate individuals with different tastes, it might have occurred to me weeks earlier that M. might enjoy attending. But at least I got the brain flash in time. Hurray for me!]
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I've sometimes the opposite problem. I've a tendency to mistakenly believe that my best married friends will talk to each other when I'm trying to do something with both of them. It's taken a while, but I've learned better. Now, I arrange a get together by explicitly talking to each so that we can all get together at the same place at the same time.