Today was supposed to be a calm, nothing-to-write-about-day. Instead we got a dramatic twist.
Raingirl and I explored my neighborhood. We went for a long walk and then we returned home for some homemade tortillas. The sun was up so we headed for the beach. High tide and huge waves. It was all fun and games...until someone lost a key. Someone being me. The apartment key is small and golden and I've been thinking about getting a key ring to it, but haven't found one yet. And now we didn't find the key. We searched in the sand while the tide was coming in. I felt the panic rising with the tide, all my roommates are at their parents' and wont return before the weekend. I had no phone or money on me. And Raingirl has a Greyhound to San Francisco to catch tomorrow and all her stuff, including flight tickets, are inside the apartment. Life's a bitch.
There was some guys on the beach asking us how we were doing, well, obviously not that great, I explained. And then they asked if we were looking for new aqentainces. I've lost my key, I'm locked out of my apartment and you're hitting on me! Unless it is a very innocent offer to let me spend the night if I don't get in, it's not OK! (Later we met them again, then they had lost their keys too!)
Our neighbors, the one who plays loud music in the middle of the night and who I've wanted to strangle since I got here, well, they turned out to be very helpful. I borrowed their phone to call my roommates, and, later a locksmith. It took the locksmith about one minute and $65 to open the door. And then we were in.
Now the neighbors're knocking on the door. Are one of us 21? Sure, we are. They help us, we help them. Tonight we're gonna join them in the loud music playing. Too much drama in my life.
Raingirl and I explored my neighborhood. We went for a long walk and then we returned home for some homemade tortillas. The sun was up so we headed for the beach. High tide and huge waves. It was all fun and games...until someone lost a key. Someone being me. The apartment key is small and golden and I've been thinking about getting a key ring to it, but haven't found one yet. And now we didn't find the key. We searched in the sand while the tide was coming in. I felt the panic rising with the tide, all my roommates are at their parents' and wont return before the weekend. I had no phone or money on me. And Raingirl has a Greyhound to San Francisco to catch tomorrow and all her stuff, including flight tickets, are inside the apartment. Life's a bitch.
There was some guys on the beach asking us how we were doing, well, obviously not that great, I explained. And then they asked if we were looking for new aqentainces. I've lost my key, I'm locked out of my apartment and you're hitting on me! Unless it is a very innocent offer to let me spend the night if I don't get in, it's not OK! (Later we met them again, then they had lost their keys too!)
Our neighbors, the one who plays loud music in the middle of the night and who I've wanted to strangle since I got here, well, they turned out to be very helpful. I borrowed their phone to call my roommates, and, later a locksmith. It took the locksmith about one minute and $65 to open the door. And then we were in.
Now the neighbors're knocking on the door. Are one of us 21? Sure, we are. They help us, we help them. Tonight we're gonna join them in the loud music playing. Too much drama in my life.
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