So, last night I was at a party to celebrate Tyler Robisnons single release (streaming live @ www.Stickam.com/EmilyValentine) and had a couple of beverages…very strong water was served. I parked my car in a paid lot and the attendant said said it would be open 24 hrs. I decided to sleep over at Ty’s house and woke up around 9:30 and made my way back to the lot. I don’t see my car anywhere. The lot is empty and the gate is chained and locked shut…FUCK! Immediately my lost child instincts kicked in and I start crying. I can’t believe I didn’t see the NO OVERNIGHT PARKING sign, blatantly posted. I can’t read the small phone number for the tow company and start to consider climbing the barbed 10 ft fence out of shear frustration. I then proceed to bum a cigarette off of a homeless person (who charged me .30 cents). I see the lot across the way and ask the attendant there if he knows the tow companies phone number. I describe my car to the tow man and he says they don’t have it. So I call LAPD towing services. After an hour of hold time, my car is presumed stolen as it hasn’t been registered in the database. I’m tweeting up a storm (@TheEmilyMachine) halfway venting, and halfway dreaming that some dream guy hero follower turns up on a white horse to take me away, and then out to lunch…Finally the police officer advises me to come into the station to file a stolen car report, so I start walking, sweating and tearing up the entire way. I look across the st. and there is my car. Parked in the opposite lot. Paid the attendant $10 instead of the $5 overnight fee. Sweet.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Appreciate the small things in life..and that i’m an idiot. Your car is right where you left it…*sigh of relief*
Less is more. But I really think in most, if not all cases, (besides STD’s and taxes) that more is more.
people underestimate me.