Y'all know how I am a borderline fanatical stalker of Maxwell right? I like to read his Tweets and pretend they are just for me, etc. So a while back he tweeted that he was going to be doing VH1 Storytellers and it would air on Friday, June 17th. I immediately burned that date into my head as VASTLY IMPORTANT. I made a solemn vow to myself that on June 17th I would do nothing but glue myself to my television and drool and cheer and shed pathetic fanatical tears over Maxwell. He is my Paul McCartney. Except mine is way sexier. Scientific fact.
People tried to ensnare me into plans for that evening but I resisted. And then there was Monica. Who wanted to do a girls' night at 10 PM. I carefully reviewed my local TV listings, found that Maxwell's Storytellers episode would air at 8 PM and calculated that I could properly enjoy Maxwell AND the girls' night. I confirmed with Monica and even confirmed with another attendee that I would give them a ride.
So you can imagine my horror, dismay, hopelessness, and whatever other negative, unhappy emotions you would like to toss into the list when at 8 PM it became clear that Maxwell's Storytellers episode was NOT starting. I don't know where the communication breakdown between the Cox Communications TV listings and I happened exactly, but the bottom line was, the TV EVENT OF MY YEAR did not start until 10 PM.
Let's pause for a nice long cry, shall we?
All is not lost. I watched it online at VH1.com and it was all I had ever dreamed and more.
So this was what I had planned for Much Love Monday. And now it is Wednesday. Because This Is My Life.