You know, when I was 21, and met dh, I stayed the night at his place a couple of weeks into the relationship. He asked me to make breakfast of scrambled eggs, and toast. He showed me where to find the kitchen. I was irked on so many levels. Not that I am a princess who expects breakfast in bed, but it was HIS house, HIS kitchen (well, he shared a house with some mates). So, I burnt the toast, and made a mess out of the scrambled eggs. I told him I was not really any good at making scrambled eggs and toast, and especially not in an unfamiliar kitchen. I think it set a precedent. He could not take me for granted, and he did not treat me like a mug. Again.
You need to stop letting your man treat you like a mug.
In fact, if I were you, I would go to Waterloo, but be suitably late..... And if he said something, I would point out that most grown ups are able to pack their bags, and remember their own more essential things, or make alternative arrangements, rather than think everybody shall skip when they say jump.
And let it be a lesson. A childish lesson, but a lesson nevertheless.