Miscommunicardo

So tonight me and a pal decided to go up to the big town; the plan was to visit a couple of new venues and maybe try some new brews and meet up with other friends who had been out on the sauce all day. After a canceled ride and a pub stop earlier than intended we agreed to meet up at a pub with a gin parlour (though another guy thought we were meeting up tomorrow). The parlour was full so we tried the bar downstairs, but the staff were very busy mixing complicated cocktails. So we adjourned to a nearby restaurant with a bar to discuss the plan. I thought it was French but it was later Italian; the staff were very friendly. We discussed the no-show of pal no. 4 but had to explain to pal no. 3 that people who live in a certain town also depart and return from the same town and don't necessarily have to head to the city first. Then at the next pub pal no. 4 arrives with a new pal who introduces himself to my pal as; you look vaguely cute sometimes. Pal no. 3 decides to leave saying he needs to find food and get the next ride home; later we receive a text saying it could be the last one. I check the times and the last two trains are running fine. We're then told he's stuffed shit so we ask him where he is. We decide to get our train then we're told he's on the last train; we've somehow overtaken him. It might be me but simple text messages need more words and explanations to explain their meanings; especially when a change of plans has occurred. Miscommunicardo indeed.