Not going on upstairs

So one of my best friends talked to me last weekend. She told me that her fiance is graduating from college soon and would like me to attend. She also says she has to email me the information about it. "Call me on Tuesday if I haven't told you be then. Otherwise I'll forget," is what she tells me.
Considering how urgently she wanted me to receive the info I assumed ( yeah I know, this is where the problem comes in) that it was THIS Sunday.
I rush around to get ready, putting on a shirt and tie and what not, then hustle my ass over to Glendale. Apparently the Cardinals have a home game today. I kept telling cops there was this graduation thing I HAD to go to and they just didn't know about it. (Boy am I dumb?) Then I finally weasel my way into a parking lot near the arena. Walk up the arena, pull on the doors. They're locked. I call my friend and ask her where I need to be. She says at home dummy. The ceremony is NEXT Sunday.
This moment of idiocy brought to you by my scatter brain.

Oh but good news:
I have a real live actual date on Thursday. And I'm talking to a different woman who is pretty cool so far as well. Hopefully a date will be happening with her soon too.
Thursday is with a 20 year old blonde. Taking her to a Japanese place that sounds pretty cool to me. Crossing my fingers that it will be fun.
The other woman is 28 and a brunette. She's really interesting to me so far. Very pretty as well as easy to talk to.
More as this develops.