My eyeballs hurt; I am so tired.
I arrived home yesterday to two messages from tenants wondering why they couldn’t get their keys to work in the front door. With 15 minutes to spare, I managed to get the locksmith over before they closed for the day. Some genius had broken the wrong key off in the lock. I’m hoping it wasn’t any of my tenants because wouldn’t you hope they’d have the wherewith all to report such an occurrence to me? Trying to believe the best in others can sometimes be a major stretch.
I was rushing around trying to cook a chicken before its expiration date and before my ride arrived when my buzzer rang. I picked up the receiver, curious as to who it was. A random stranger saw the studio for rent sign out front and wanted to look at the unit right then. When I told him that wasn’t possible, he asked me a bunch of questions about rent and whatnot then asked again, “Can’t I just peek at it really quick?” Um, no. Same answer as before. He then asked if we’d lower the rent by $40. Um, what? Who are you and why are you wasting my time?! Some days I kinda hate that my buzzer has “Manager” under my last name. Can’t a girl cook a chicken in peace?
We managed to arrive in time for the last part of the opening act. Man, front row is really close! While I did strain my neck, I don’t much care because the show was phenomenal. I mean, seriously, from start to finish I loved it. There’s something about the way Glen sings and plays guitar that just rivets you. He’s pure emotion when he is performing. And Marketa, with her shy confidence and hauntingly delicate voice, is the perfect counter to Glen’s intense strumming and powerful vocals. (Shout out to the fantastic violinist, Colin.) I loved every minute of it all the way to the final encore when Liam and Ronan (the openers) joined the band in singing “Forever Young.”
The show ended right before 11 and as we made our back to our car, recounting the concert and floating on the high that comes from watching such a good show, we arrived at the parking garage to find the gates down and it solidly locked.
Apparently, the garage closed at 11pm. It was 11:03pm. A really nice couple informed us that they were in the same boat and that we’d have to go to a different parking structure to pay $25 to get our car out (so said the sign they read). Awesome. So much for cheap $5 parking! Luckily, when we got to the other parking place the couple had already paid the $25 and just told us to give them half because they got a key card that would let them into the structure. Sweet!
See? Humanity isn’t all bad after all.
“We made a plan that was subject to change/So whatever was it works out we both get the blame/In the arms of this low/And you took the wind right out of my sails/By sweating me out on all the little details/In the arms of this low/In the arms of this low/So thread the light/So thread the light. . .” – This Low, The Swell Season