Recipe for Disaster

In the theater world, a bad dress rehearsal indicates a great opening night. If that translates to the theater of dressing up and being silly at Design Festa, I’m in for a fantastic show.
Today was one mishap, misadventure and misstep after another: loaned equipment was unloaned, schedules buckled, nothing worked quite the way I’d hoped and some things didn’t work at all. It seems like half of what I’d planned for Design Festa fell apart today.
I felt the crushing weight of defeat mashing my mood into the ground. Tod told me I looked nice and I replied that his compliment was a consolation prize, a year’s worth of Creamettes macaroni to the losing contestant.
But I’m kinda sorta back on track with a more flexible plan for the weekend and even though the nuts and bolts continue to loosen and drop off from my carefully laid plans, I’ll deal with it.
I wonder how many other DF participants are going through the same thing right now?