So they say things happen in threes and last week I completed a strange trifecta of forgetfulness.
1. Tuesday – I went to Legoland with one of my little sisters and parked in the last row of regular parking. After six hours of kid-friendly fun, we left to find my car. After forty-five minutes of walking up and down rows of cars, we couldn’t find it and were exhausted. I stopped a kind-looking family heading to their car and told them our dilemma. These nice folks drove us around the entire regular lot and still no luck.
At this point, we dragged ourselves to one of the Legoland hotels. I approached the valet with my hands in the praying position and begged one of them to find my car. Half an hour later, he found it. After taking my generous tip, I asked him where it was and he said it was in preferred parking. Argh. Sometime during the day they had turned the lot where I parked from regular parking into preferred parking. Are you trying to kill me?
2. Friday – I went to a local cafe to meet a friend for brunch. Arriving early and noticing a bit of a line, I put my name on wait list. I got seated fairly quickly, looked over the menu, and was thrilled to see that passion fruit pancakes were available. It was now past our meeting time, so I texted her that I had a table inside. She replied, “We said Monday.” So with as much dignity as I could muster, I got up, told the hostess my friend couldn’t make it, and left. In retrospect, I should’ve stayed and had those pancakes.
3. Saturday – One of my first friends in San Diego and I went to the Embarcadero to see Berlin and the B-52s. It was a great night of music and recalling memories of our times together as single ladies in the 80’s. When the concert was over, I turned to her and said, “The B-52s played all their big hits except “Dead Man’s Party.” She said, “Well, that’s because that’s an Oingo Boingo song.” And out came out one of my head turning laughs.
So what did I learn over that crazy week? When parking in a huge lot, I’ll take a photo of where I’ve parked. Before heading out for the day, I’ll double check my calendar. And most importantly, friends that you’ve known the longest can make you laugh the hardest.
Love shack, that’s where it’s at.
