You can't trust online booking

I was supposed to go to the gym today, as I always do. Mondays and Thursdays, those are my days. Today I was going to go to a different gym, closer to work, further from home. So I signed up for the class I wanted to attend, it said that I was registered for the class and that was all fine and dandy. Until I showed up at the gym and my booking had mysteriously disappeared. And the class was now fully booked. And so was the step class that started half an hour later. So I decided to take matters into my own hands and actually go to the gym gym. You know the place where the body builders hang out when us mortals go to bars? I hate gyms, I feel extremely uncomfortable and self-conscious the minute I set foot in one. I intended not to lift weights, but to use the cross-trainer, or even the treadmill if necessary. Those things I can manage, those and the exercise bike. Of course, this particular gym had about four of those machines altogether and they were obviously occupied when I came in. I quickly went back into the locker room, grabbed my stuff and embarked on a long walk to a train stop 45 minutes away from where I usually take the train. Definitely not the same thing as a work-out but better than nothing, I suppose.

It's so typical, I go to the gym twice a week, and I actually enjoy it, and this has to happen. Tomorrow I can't go, I have French class, and Wednesday is my only free night when I can properly study, and Friday is the day after Thursday and I'll be in too much pain. And normally this is a day when I'd be after-working. This Friday, however, I'll be flat broke and will probably go straight home to watch Sex and the City. Or I would if I hadn't just remembered that I've been invited to the Ambassador's residence for drinks. Too bad new cute guy turned out to have a girlfriend, who also happens to be visiting and is thus very likely to join him. Could have turned out to be such an interesting night. Or well, interesting it will be nonetheless, I've never been in the home of an ambassador before. Wonder if it's fancy...