Two weeks ago
It’s about two in the afternoon. Steve calls. “For my company Christmas party, do you want steak or salmon?”
“When is it?”
“I’m not sure. Which do you want?”
“I don’t care,” I say, running through my schedule in head. “Can you forward me the e-mail?”
“We’ll get one of each then.”
“Forward me the e-mail.”
Later that night
We’re sitting in the hot tub. All of a sudden, Steve says, “For the company christmas party? I put you down for the salmon. I’ll get the steak.”
“Okay. When is it?”
“Oh, like the week before Christmas.”
“Can you find out and tell me?”
“Just forward me the e-mail.”
A week ago
It strikes me that I might have to go get a dress or something for his party. Which reminds me, I still have no idea when the party is. I call him and ask when it is.
“It’s the 14th. That night.”
I pull open that darn ubiquitous thing — my Outlook calendar. “That’s a Thursday,” I say.
“Yeah,” he agrees.
“Okay, I’ll mark it.” We hang up. I note it on my Outlook calendar, and also on the wall calendar in the kitchen.
Three days ago
Laura is here visiting from Bellingham. I have just spent $400 dollars on vintage chairs. The lines are great, and match the couch perfectly. Alas, the blue is far brighter than I thought. I am irritated. (Granted, a normal state of being.) Steve says, “Oh, by the way, it’s formal. I have to wear a suit. It’s at some place called the Woodmark Hotel.”
Great, I think. I need to go shopping. Both last week and this week have been crazy busy with work. But it’s Thursday, so I have time. Maybe Wednesday night. I have a meeting on the east side at three. That should work. I can do the shopping over there and miss traffic. Plans unfurl in my head.
But it’s Steve, so I doublecheck anyway. “It’s next Thursday, right?”
“Yep. At 6.”
I am pleased. I have managed to pin Steve down. He has given me all the information I need. Thursday. 6. Kirkland. Formal. YAY! Or as YAY as a company Christmas party can be.
One hour ago
The phone rings. It’s Steve. “My party? I made a mistake. It’s Wednesday, not Thursday.”
I won’t be able to make it home in time, so am going to have to change over there in some bathroom on the Microsoft campus. Then, squander an hour and a half.
“I am going to kill you,” I say.
“But I’m so cute and adorable!”