Whenever I travel, I tend to be a bit of a worrier and double (if not triple) check all of my travel arrangements to ensure everything will be okay. It’s basically the same whenever I leave my house, as I check and re-check that I have my keys, wallet, and so forth.
Ok.. so maybe it’s a little OCD on my part, but better same than sorry.
It all stems from a few years ago when I was supposed to travel to Madrid to meet a (then) mate from Amsterdam for a naughty weekend. It was planned a couple of months in advance, and we were both looking forward to it.
Only when I arrived at the airport to check in, there was no booking. The person at the check-in counter checked and checked again to no avail.
Apparently when I had booked my flight, I hadn’t double-checked the travel dates, as I had actually booked the flight for another date.. a month prior!
What a mess… And there was nothing I could do except book another really expensive flight, something I couldn’t afford so I had to let me mate know I wasn’t coming.
Well, wouldn’t you know it.. it’s kind of happened again. And with another trip to Madrid, no less!!!
Only this time it isn’t an issue with the flights (I checked.. again), but with my accommodation. Dammit..
When I was there in January, I’d met an absolutely gorgeous, sexy and super friendly guy, and we’d hit it off right away. We’d spent a chunk of my weekend there together, and had kept in touch after I’d returned to London.
We were chatting just after I’d returned from Gran Canaria, and I joked that I should come for a visit. He agreed, so I looked at flights and made sure he was around next weekend, and figured all was good to go.
But over the past week or so, I’d started to get a little niggling feeling in the back of my head, especially as I hadn’t heard from him since I’d booked my flights. And I started to get a bit paranoid that I’d just assumed that I was staying with him as neither of us had come right out and said as much.
Well… the worrying started to get to me so I sent him a message when I got home from work on Wednesday night.
And damn.. it was a good thing I did as he forgot all about it!!!!
Basically, we were chatting about upcoming holidays and I’d mentioned I was looking to plan something for my week off in July.. but until I decided that holiday, I was just looking forward to my trip to Madrid next weekend. To which he asked which dates I was coming…
That’s when the penny dropped.
After I told him my travel dates, and he immediately started to apologise. Apparently he’d forgotten to write it in his diary and had already agreed for a ‘friend’ to come stay for the weekend.
Let’s just say there was a hell of a lot of swearing and yelling (at my mobile) on my part. A LOT.
How the hell could I have not made sure of all this before now? I’d been worried about it awhile, so why hadn’t I mentioned something to him?
Of course, it’s not really my fault when you think about it. I did tell him when I’d booked the flights and how long I was going to be in town for. I even made sure he knew when my flight was arriving so we could arrange to meet up once he finished work.
I said to him point blank (finally) that I thought I was staying with him for the weekend, which was why I’d checked he was around back when I’d booked my flights. The last thing I’d expected was to have to find a place to stay for the weekend.. especially as the main reason I was going to Madrid was to spend time with HIM.
There was a LOT of apologising on his end for obvious reasons. He said he usually always writes this sort of thing down (how many ‘friends’ does he have come to visit him?!?), but somehow forgot about me.
Just my damn luck, huh?
He did confirm that his friend wasn’t arriving until Saturday afternoon, so I could at least stay with him on the Friday night. So then it was about scrambling to to find something relatively decent for the remaining two nights.
All I can say is he’s definitely going to have to beg and plead for my forgiveness on the Friday night (he’s joked that he’ll be my slave for the night… hmmmm). He can at least buy me dinner for all this trouble.
The upside is I now have a centrally located hotel for the remaining two evenings, so who knows what trouble I could get myself into. 🙂