Huh?

My band had a gig today playing for the local March of Dimes walk-a-thon. We have known about the gig for many months. The bass player, who booked the gig, has been reminding us for weeks. He sent an email yesterday reminding us. We were supposed to be there at 8 AM this morning. So this morning I get up completely oblivious to the fact that I am supposed to be getting ready for the gig. I have a leisurely breakfast, start watching Sunday Morning on CBS. Then I get the call. "Where are you?!!" OOps!! I hustled and got there in time to start so it wasn't a disaster, but my bandmates had a field day teasing me every chance they could about my terrible memory. The funny thing is I don't feel that my memory is so bad, but today kind of shocked me. How could I have forgotten? I am starting to think that I may have inherited my mother's memory problem. She developed dementia in her nineties. It was very sad to watch her slowly become completely disoriented, paranoid, fearful, depressed, incompetent. She knew it was happening and was not able to accept her condition. So I laughed along with the guys teasing me but in the back of my mind I am wondering what might happen.