The Best Laid Plans

I had been planning on going to the Opeth concert in Gävle, a town about an hour north of Uppsala, since November (read: since before I I came to Sweden). For some reason though I thought that the concert was on Saturday (2/28) instead of Friday (2/27) like it really was. I didn't realize my mistake until after I had already bought the ticket to the concert. The problem was that this Friday was also the International Gasque to which I had already also bought a ticket. Rather than skip out on either I had devised a plan to be able to leave the gasque early to get a train to see the concert. Then I was informed that at a gasque, you spend literally the whole evening eating and that if I would have left at the time I had originally planned, I would have maybe gotten through the 1st course at best. So I bought a second train ticket, this one for an hour later than before which would have meant I would have been late to the concert but I was banking on Opeth not starting right away because at least in the States there would have been at least one opening act plus sound checks and such. So I was all set- I had my train ticket and a change of clothes and I went to the gasque. As I was leaving the gasque and running to the train station I realize that not only had a I left my ticket to the gasque at home, which wasn't that big of a deal since they had a guest list too, I had also left my concert ticket at home too. Rather than risk not being able to get into the concert and being stuck in a strange Swedish town until my other train left, I decided to go home. I guess I could have gone back to the gasque but I already felt kind of rude for leaving early and to show up again after I had explained to so many people why I had to leave early would have just been embarrassing. Plus the gasque wasn't that much fun- it was interesting but not really my thing. And I was starting to not feel well; I blame the schnapps. The ironic thing about it all was that at the gasque I discovered that an acquaintance of mine loves Opeth and would have gone to the concert with me if he had known about it before the night of.

And to make things worse, I lost my scarf somewhere during the night.