fiasco part two

have you ever had a minor scrape, and said to yourself, "well self, that sucks, but it could be worse"? and if you've said that before, have you ever had another, much bigger incident occur that proves you were right?
i have.
tonight, i was in bed at 10:30, like a good girl should be. i finished saying my prayers and was drifting off to sleep, when i awoke with a start. not wanting to get too scared over nothing, i ran to my computer with ice for blood to check on my tour dates and found out the awful truth. i missed the bauhaus show tonight.
i missed bauhaus.
what could i have possibly been doing that was so important that i didn't check to see what i could do tonight? well, i was watching the world series.
of baseball.
ok, i did get sushi and walk my dog, but the point is, i was not anywhere near the roseland theater on 6th ave at 9:00 pm. the only reason i can possibly come up with to justify such a huge error is that i knew that the bauhaus show was two days after the horrorpops show. see yesterday's post to find out how that got messed up. that fiasco had some far-reaching effects.
you may think, "oh, so she missed two bands in two days. big deal." i have to argue with that line of thinking. you see, this concert was not only incredibly exciting because i love bauhaus; this concert was supposed to fix a long-past offense i caused in our relationship.
let's go back in time to the fall of 1998. i had only just started hanging out with nathan. we weren't even technically dating at that point. we were also both very different people than we are now. nathan was mainly a classic rock listening man's man who had zero tolerance for my sissified alternative ways. so when i found out that goth heroes bauhaus were going to be at the state palace theater (whose official website now has a call for all living employees to please contact them), i didn't tell nathan. i was afraid he would make fun of me. so i just bought my one ticket, got in my car, drove to new orleans and had an incredible time by myself. the show was phenomenal, and i came out glowing.
then, i found out that nathan would have enjoyed going with me. it hurt his feelings that i didn't invite him. he swore up and down that my fear that he would have been miserable and made me miserable by beating up goths was unfounded and he would have been a perfect gentleman. so i vowed that if bauhaus ever toured again, i would be sure to take him.
i wanted to make good on this promise, but never thought i'd have to, because that was just a reunion tour, and bauhaus are not the rolling stones. but lo and behold, 7 years later, they come rolling through again. i buy tickets, promise to make things right to nathan, and then miss the show.
life is black.
after i found out what i'd done, i couldn't sleep, so i went for a drive to clear my mind. my drive took me downtown to the venue i should have been at this evening. i got to see all kinds of happy goths parading around the streets of portland, just having gotten out of seeing one of the best shows of their lives (i know because i saw that show once). happy goths.
how did i let this happen? i'm the first to admit, i'm not what you would call responsible. hark back to last march, when i went to boston for the murphys st. patrick's day show. that trip was almost totally ruined because of me.
tonight was totally ruined because of me.
oh well, i'll look on the bright side. bauhaus might tour again in 7 more years. when peter murphy is 55 years old.
why do i have such a hard time remembering to do things? (bring tickets, remember showtimes and dates, eat meals) it makes me want to go out and buy a pda, but i'd just lose it or let the batteries stay dead for days on end. how can i possibly fix my brain? i would love ideas, or just your commisery.
(on a side note, nathan clicked on my links yesterday and thought it was really clever of me to link to microsoft on the word zombie. i can't take credit for that, because i meant to link to another photo of zombie girls, but i also won't correct it, because that's just plain funny)
life is black.