How’s that for a mooching blog title? :P But I’ll explain why it’s okay in a second…
So as the four of us (JD, Jasmine, Lindsay, and myself) finished our In-n-Out order yesterday, Jas goes into waitress mode and starts bussing our table. I think she’s finished wiping it down so I put my drink on the table. A millisecond later, her hand swings back and throws my drink off the table and all over the floor, table, and seat.
She instantly went into apology mode. It’s such an endearing Jasmine trait :) I kept insisting that it was my fault for putting the cup directly in her way – but she wasn’t having it. This is after, of course, she apologized at the house for being 48 seconds late in getting ready…
So the SMUG meeting we carpooled to goes off without a hitch. To no surprise, Becker and Jasmine fill the room (Becker was, as usual, a great source of inspiration for all 3 million photographers that showed up).
Afterward, Becker told all 300 (or so) photographers that ice cream was on him at Coldstone. Generous much? So the four of us went to the car with the goal of buying a ton of super expensive ice cream cakes at Becker’s expense. I opened the trunk so Jas and JD could stow their stuff. I shut the trunk… Then we… wait…
I SHUT THE TRUNK!!!! NOOOOO!!!!
I shut the trunk with the keys inside. No biggee, right? Just call AAA and they’ll unlock the door. Wrong. We have a newer BMW which has an electronic key that HAS to be in the ignition in order to pop the trunk. So AAA could get in the car (through the door) and we could press the trunk button all day – but without the key in the ignition, nothing would happen.
No problem. I remember I have free BMW roadside assistance. I call and they say they can’t get in the trunk with their roadside operators – but that it will have to be towed to the nearest BMW place that is open at that hour – a VERY long process.
To add insult to injury, Jasmine and JD have a wedding today and one of the things she put in the trunk is her camera. Of course she’s got back up gear, but still…
What do I do? I do what any grown man who runs his own business, has been married for almost seven years, and just turned 27 does. Call mommy and daddy.
My parents are incredible. They almost live to help. I call. They pickup. I tell them what’s happened. They go to my place, find my extra key, and my dad drives from San Diego to Orange County at 11 o’clock at night.
So Regis Chen (the COOLEST dude on the planet – if only he had a blog I’d link to it so you could see for yourself) takes the five of us to Coldstone and we hang there ’till my dad gets to OC. In the car, I tell Jas she’s never allowed to apologize to me again.
I just single handedly orchestrated the most annoying night ever – and it’ll be a while until she catches up to such stupidity to where she needs to apologize ’round the likes of me (especially since JD, Lindsay, Jas, and Regis all acted like I had just given them cupcakes by locking the key in the trunk – I’ve got good friends).
So why this post?
Well, when we talked about a guilty pleasure song that Jasmine said must stay between only those of us in the car, I said “just to warn you, I don’t know what I’m blogging about tomorrow, so…” I wasn’t lying. Driving home I was trying to think about what to blog about today.
So don’t hate, Jas. Just be happy that I told this story instead of leaking your guilty pleasure :P
p.s. believe me, had either of us had cameras (both were imprisoned in the trunk), I’m sure we’d have a photo or two from my night of party pooping – so please forgive the absence of photos…
p.p.s. I never would have had this problem with my old beat up Hyundai Elantra!