Dr. A. mistook the concert night. It's tomorrow, not tonight. Tomorrow evening, I have:
Madrigals - 4:15-5:30
Madrigals Direct-Off to Determine My New Assistant Director - 5:30-5:45
Repertoire Class With Ms. Flory's Studio - 5:45-?
Dress Rehearsal for S.'s Junior Recital (which I'm singing on) - 7:30
Needless to say, I will not be attending the concert nor will I be meeting Benjamin afterwards for a drink. I am distraught, upset, and entirely grumpy about the whole thing. And I'm feeling decidedly homicidal towards Dr. A. right now, though he was admittedly very sorry about his mistake.
However, a friend of mine just messaged me to say that he won a free weekend at Massanutten Resort and needs someone to go with him this weekend - if he doesn't mind me driving back and forth, I may just take him up on that. It made my day marginally better, though.
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Bugger. Sorry to hear it, but at least there's this resort weekend coming up.
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