The worst day of my life

Yesterday (Saturday, 01/12/2007) was probably very close to, if not the worst day I have ever had.

The day started with a stupid little lover's tiff before I even got out of bed. Then it carried on and got worse when I tried to apologized to my wife and got a response I did not entirely envision.

One of the worst things is having to out and spend a day or a couple of hours with friends when you arranged to go out long in advance and can not cancel while in the middle of a fight with your wife. Well, that was what I was facing on Saturday.

I was looking forward to the Rugby (South Africa vs Barbarians at Twickenham) until the moment I opened my eyes that morning. I only really started to think about who we were playing against until I saw a note on the Travel For London website on my phone (had no internet access at home, that pissed me off even more).

On our way to the stadium, I realized that I did not have any cash on me (a point that my wife pointed out in front of everyone else to my embarrassment). We then had to go and stand in a queue for close to an hour to get some cash and all I could think about was what an idiot I was for not checking before we left home. I had this almost overwhelming desire to mash this Saffa jerk's nose in. He was standing in line with a friend and was pissed out of his mind and he would not shut up!

Well we got to the front of the line and then the couple in front of us frightened the crap out of us by almost causing the ATM to break down. Well, I got my cash and then had to join the next queue for food while my wife went to find her seat with everyone else. While waiting in line for a crappy burger, I heard the stadium come alive, and then I heard the only thing I was looking forward to, not the rugby, not anything else, just the fact that I could hear a few thousand South Africans sing the national anthem. Those who know me knows that I don't really go for that sort of thing, but strangely enough, I was looking forward to that. I was almost suicidal at that stage, not just upset, completely furious at myself for being such an idiotic arsehole.

My team then played an absolutely sh*t game and lost. I had one cup of coffee when I woke up and only one crappy, overpriced beer, so I was aching for something to drink. For the duration of the game, I just wanted to go home. Christopher and Katka, thanks for organizing the outing, but I reckon I'm done with rugby. I can't deal with another heart near-attack. I think everyone with us on Saturday might benefit from reading this. It will help you understand why I was the world's biggest dick on Saturday.

Well, lets hope next weekend (after another 60 hour work week) goes better! Optimism, my arse!