I'd had it planned for quite some time.
Friday - surprise birthday party. Was never going to be good. It went alright. Said hello to some people then went home because I worked in the morning.
Saturday - work colleague's wedding do. Was slightly dreading it. Took my counterpart along, thinking it would be Build me Up Buttercup all night long zzz. Turned out to be brilliant - got the DJ to play some Stones and met some sweet gals.
Sunday - John Fogerty. Been looking forward to it for ages. How can 'Down On The Corner' 'Proud Mary' et al ever be bad live? I'll tell you how: if its a fully seated gig where the bar closes at 9.15pm. Awful gig. Really shit.
The moral of this story is that when you expect things to be strongly ONE thing, they tend to be strongly the opposite. Unless its surprise birthday parties. They always go how you imagine them to do.