Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: ok so this happened last night...

so all week i was looking forward to going to see the hateful 8 at the hollywood theater in portland, or. i splurged buying tickets for my so and a friend i owed some money ($51 for 3 movie tickets ouch!) and convinced my other friend to also get a ticket. btw the showing we were going to is special, it's the 70mm edition, meaning it's extra extra wide angle. super awesome. so three of us get to the theater early enough to get pretty good seats near the front row. well second row to be exact. i know it's a little close but i think to myself, fuck it, they're all together (theatre was fucking packed), may as well get up close and personal. i should mention that it was rumored that the infamous quentin tarantino may show up at one of the showings, since he specifically picked the hollywood to show the movie. on our way in, when we were in line, i clearly heard some press person say, "so did you know quentin tarantino is going to be here tonight?" the 90s kid who grew up watching pulp fiction started to well up inside me, along with feelings of intense anxiety... was it true? 

and this is where the fuck up started. my 4th friend, who i bought the ticket for, was running late. i decided to sit down in the lobby to wait for him. in portland, there is always beer for sale at the movie theatres (hallelujah!), but i decided i would sit on the couch by the door and wait for my friend since the line was waaaay to long. as i earnestly looked around for my friend, i kept thinking everyone probably thought i was some fan girl eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of my beloved qt. no of course not. not me. now it's getting close to the start time so i decide fuck it, time to get in line a buy a beer. my friend made me wait so.... beer. and after what seems like an eternity of waiting, i'm up near the front of the line, and, wazaam! my friend shows up. asshole. i jump out of line for a sec and get him in. then i start hearing the murmurs from the screen room. some people run out and grab their friends. "it's quentin!!!" a hipster yells. now my anxiety is reaching critical mass and.. just.. want.. that.. beer. then my friend gets in what is now a very short line and i'm waiting for him to finish up. we walk into the theatre at the exact moment of the opening credit... quentin is gone.

TIFU by loving beer too much