The Melting Pot

It was a blustery Saturday 14th (important detail). It was the day of Kaloni's birthday party. It was to be held at a restaurant where Kaloni had made reservations, The Melting Pot, a restaurant that specialized in fondue. I'd heard nothing but good things. The plan was for me to wake up early that day, go to Old Navy to buy Kaloni's present, and then pop over to Chestnut Hill(which is an hour from my house in the northeast) for Kaloni's party. Unfortunately, my irresponsibility caused me to wake up at 1:15 pm. Exactly fifteen minutes before the party was to begin. I panicked. You know when you wake up and you're not quite late, but have just enough time to do nothing? That's what happened. I didn't even know the exact address of the place. But somehow, through the magic of 411 and MapQuest, I got there. Although I was over two hours late. I walked in. I went up to the reservations desk and told her that i was here for the party. The following dialogue should make the events that followed more clear:

Me: Hi. I'm here for my friend's birthday party.
Lady: Um..Okay. What's your friend's name?
Me: Alex, no wait. I mean Kaloni.
The woman looks through her computer
Lady: I don't see anyone by that name.
I was already a little on edge because of my extreme lateness and inability to procure a present, so I was definitely not in the mood for tomfoolery
Me: >sighs in frustration< Are you sure?
Lady: Y-yes, I'm sure. Are you certain you have the right da-
Me: You know what? I'll just call her!
Lady: I could get my manager if you wa-
Me: Yes, I would very much like that.
Kaloni picks up her phone before the woman leaves to get her manager
Kaloni: Hello?
Me: Hey Kaloni! I'm here, sorry I'm so late.
Kaloni: Alex, what are you talking about? The party isn't until the 22nd!
The look on my face almost gave it away. I looked around and realized what a scene I'd made. Everyone was staring.
It was all I could do to get the words out:
Me: I have the wrong date.
I power-walked right outta that place without looking anyone in the eye. I was, to say the least, extremely embarrassed. I couldn't even make eye contact with the cashier at the Mcdonalds I went to later to eat my troubles away.