Well, this is just my luck. I don't know if I was born under a nasty little star, or if I am just careless.
I have choir on Monday night. Every Monday night. From 6:00 to 8:00 in the evening. I am VERY commited to this choir.
I love scouts. Scouts rock. Both of my little brothers are in scouts, their friends are like second cousins to me, and the fathers and leaders are like the uncles that I never get to see.
Even if this weren't the case, I would love BSA, because it's not girl scouts (I had a bad experince, okay? Leave me in peace.).
The Venture Crew that I just joined meets (and here's where it gets good) on MONDAY NIGHTS. See? Every other Monday night. From 7:00 to 8:00. On the other side of town.
Incidentally, THE SAME NIGHT I HAVE CHOIR.

I have been looking forward to tonight for weeks. It's maybe the only night that I have off from choir, so I will finally be going to a meeting, right?
WRONG!! Evil stars and their alignments! It's a conspiracy, I tell you!
Venture Crew is every other night. Get it? Tonight wasn't an every night or an other night.
Tonight is Black Monday. Tonight, the fates have it in for me. That is why tonight, I am going with my dad to my little little brother's Cub Scout meeting, and not to my nonexistant Venture Crew meeting.
I love my little little brother's pack. They are adorable, noisy, funny, cute, eager to please, and completely loony.
But they aren't my guys. I've never been as close to them as my little brother's friends. They're just not the same.