Worst Friend Hall of Fame

The mere fact that I'm writing this post rather than calling my friend ensures my place in the "Worst Friend Hall of Fame."

As you may or may not know, before launching YMC, I spent a decade on-air at MuchMusic. Before Much I was a wanna-be manager for musicians. I had one client. Wendy Lands.

I grew up with Wendy from the time we were eight-ish. She went to my parent's summer camp, and we couldn't possibly be friends because every year she always won the lead role in the camp play. She could sing like no one I ever met. I was jealous.

But as we grew up, each of our skills developed. Wendy honed her vocal talents. I worked my way into a series of jobs in the music biz. So, when we were eighteen, our paths crossed again and I took on the challenge of making Wendy a rock star.

Life has a funny way of playing tricks on us. On my way to making Wendy a household name, I landed a job on Much and Wendy went on to have a career as a recording artist in Canada and the US without me.

Fast forward to now. Both of us have kids (our daughters are the same age), and Wendy has spent the last three years crafting a gorgeous new CD called Mumble. It's not just good - it's delicious. Norah Jones meets Ricki Lee Jones meets Wendy Lands. YOu can listen to her song Party Girl here.

There was a big launch party for the CD. I bought my tickets months in advance. I was so excited to see and hear Wendy live after all these years.

The other night I was putting the kids to bed. After an extended cuddle with my son, I got an email from my sister at 9:30 pm: "HELLO?? WHERE ARE YOU???"

At first I had no idea what she was talking about. And then it hit me in the face like a garbage truck going full speed. HOLY SHIT! IT'S WENDY'S SHOW AND I'M IN BED IN MY PYJAMAS. To make matter worse, hubby was on a plane flying home from Texas so I couldn't throw something on and race out. I was trapped.

I ran to my computer. For some insane reason, I put our date on the wrong day in my Google calendar and I. Totally. Screwed. Up.

The next day was spent racing around packing for our yearly family vacation. And then we were gone for a week. Every day a wave of guilt would smack me, reminding me I owed Wendy a big apology. BIG.

So, here it is. I'm formally and publicly apologizing to my oldest girlfriend Wendy Lands for not being there on her biggest night.

I can't fix my huge screw up. The only thing I can do is take responsibility and tell EVERYONE how amazing you are.

So, please check out Wendy's CD Mumble and if you buy it, even better. Make sure you follow her on Twitter, and like her Facebook Fanpage.

Wendy, I'm really sorry and ashamed to win the Worst Friend Award. It's my least proud moment. IOU dinner and lots of wine to hear all about the show I missed.