Stay for a while, while you look for a whore

Okay....People make plans for a goddamn reason. It's not like we make plans just so we can go do something else. I mean seriously...sometimes people piss me off more than I'd like to admit. Take right now for instance, yesterday....like not even 24 hours ago...I talked to Steph and we decided that I'd phone her after class, we'd go get some food and then go to the show. Motley Crue's in town for those of you who don't know. That's a pretty solid plan...AND to top it off I told her, if anything changes just call and let me know.
So i get home from school and I call Steph....she doesn't answer...that's fine because I'm home a half hour early, so I change and straighten my hair, all that good concert getting ready type stuff and my phone rings. It's Steph. It's Steph who is already at the concert waiting at the top of the ramp like some two-cent whore, hoping that Tommy Lee will grace her with his STD infected prescence.
Now, I know what most of you are thinking...not a big deal, just go out and meet them there right?
NIce thought...in theory.
Number one, it's packed there, i can hear it through the phone.
Number two, I told my parents I didn't need the car because Steph and I were going out together.
Number Three, she has my damn ticket, and I don't want to drive all the way out there and not be able to find her because God knows that the second those doors open she's going to forget i even exist...if she hasn't already.
And yeah it's one of my pet peeves when people bail on plans. But still...the decent thing to do would've been to give me a heads-up. A two minute phone call "Hey, we're heading out now, do you want to come?"...like give me the fuckin' option.
But no, so now I have to try and beg the car from my parents, who both have plans..seperate plans of course...drive out to a concert alone...try and find Steph in a group of people..all of which i'm assumiong will be wearing close to the same thing...just to see a band i don't really like.
I'm two steps away from calling and telling her I'm not coming. I doubt she'd care at this point...fuck I'm mad. And there's probably no reason to be this mad, but i am.
I wish I could call Marty and go with him, because he goes in the back way, which would be pro because i'd walk right in front of all of them...fuck.
So now I'm faced with the decision about whether or not to go. I mean, if i don't go Steph would probably be pissed off at me...sort of like me with her right now...and I could piss her off more by refusing to pay for the ticket since i didn't actually get to see the show.
Or i could go and wander around like a fuckin' idiot until i find them and spend the night pissed off.
Sweet.
My options rock.

This was a very angry post.

BOWIE!QUOTE: I like to end all my words of advice to any young musician like this: if it itches, go see a doctor