Epic Fail

On our way to the zoo this past Sunday morning, I decided to text Berman and Bourquin to see if they wanted to get together during the week for dinner. We made general plans for dinner on Tuesday but nothing official since Berman has two mini-Bermans at home, who need an adult to supervise them. I told Bourquin that I would text her with all of the details when I had them.

Rachel and I went to Laura's house for meat and fire, which literally means we cut steak and chicken into small pieces, create a fire in the fire pit, and use fancy metal-forks/pointy sticks to cook meat over the fire. Of course, after we are done eating, Laura and I want to burn everything in sight, such as BBQ potato chips, Peeps, leaves, grass, paper, and wood. The only problem with Laura's house is the lack of cell phone reception. As soon as you turn into her driveway, a large, invisible, black cloud forms over her house, making texts and calls nearly impossible. While there, Berman and I made official plans for dinner on Tuesday night.

The texts between Berman and I were over an hour apart, so I decided that I would give Bourquin all of the details when I got home. The problem was, that as soon as I walked into the house, I passed out for the night. When I woke up Tuesday morning, I was convinced that I had talked to Bourquin the previous night and gave her all of the details.

Later that night, we met up at TGI Fridays for dinner at 7. Berman, Rachel and I sat at the bar and waited for Bourquin to show up. After twenty minutes of no Bourquin, I decided to give her a text to see where she was. That's when I realized that I had made an Epic Fail: I never informed Bourqin of the dinner plans.

It's no wonder why Bourquin was twenty minutes late, since she didn't know where we were eating at nor what time. I'm very grateful that Bourquin has a good sense of humor; instead of getting furious with me she made a joke about the situation (apparently I intentionally didn't tell Bourqin because I wanted Berman to myself).