ragani

Ever gone to the wrong party?

This afternoon

abditus and I made our way down to San Jose to a party we had been invited to some time ago. We were running late, but I decided not to stress about it. We had never been there, and in fact, had yet to meet the hostess (the party is for a mutual friend). Despite the low-res Yahoo! map, we managed to find it with minimal difficulty. The door is answered by one of the residents of the house, who, upon seeing us directed us to the back where the party is in progress.

So far so good.

Once in the kitchen we are greeted by a couple of the people at the party, including the lady who turns out to be the hostess. Names are exchanged, and after learning my name the hostess does a double take. This is where having a distinct name comes in handy... had it been a more common name, she probably would not have made the connection that quickly.

"Oh, you are here for the party that we are having next week!"

The word D'oh never felt more apt.

The thing is, I have now checked the invite and my calendar, and there is no reason I should have thought it was the 10th and not the 17th.

The hostess was not fussed at all about having us there, as it was a party, so we stayed for a while and hung out. And now we know how to get there for next week when the actual party we intended to attend is planned.

I thought 34 was a bit too young to go senile, but obviously not.