So the whole day Saturday I was looking forward to having the apartment all to myself. I thought of renting:
1. Bottle Rocket
2. Royal Tenenbaums
3. Rushmore
and making a big bowl of popcorn after finishing up a whole spread of delivered Thai food.

Instead, I headed to the Super 88 food court, got a bowl of Beef Noodle Soup from Sugar Bowl because it was cold. On the train on my way back to the apartment, this lady took out her keys and on her cue, I proceeded to do the same. Alas, they weren’t in my bag. Then I remembered, I didn’t check for my keys before I left the apartment. Again.

My state of panic only lasted a minute. My roommates were gone… landlord.

Me: “Hi this is —- from —- Comm. Ave. All of my roommates are out for the weekend and I had forgotten my keys in my apartment. I was wondering if your office is still open, maybe I could borrow a spare key, or if you could open my door for me.”
Landlord: “What?”
Me: “Do you have a spare key?”
Landlord: “Yes, I can meet you in the office in 30 minutes”
The walk to the office took about 8 minutes. I waited outside their office on the sidewalk, calling on everybody I could bother. Finally, 10 minutes before the 30 minute window, I decided to get some tea at Infusions Tea Spa. I got hot Taro tea without boba. It was surprisingly good if a bit expensive. They also had tea eggs. Remind me to tell rydw i about that one.

Of course the landlord doesn’t show up until 20 minutes after that. So I ended up waiting for him around 40-45 minutes. Which isn’t such a big deal, because it was a favor they did me. Oh well.

So much for my big relaxing Saturday night.

Sunday, on my way to church, I saw this huge line in the Pru central garden. I thought, hmm… book signing. I wondered who the author is to get so many people to line up outside under the sun. For a second, I thought, Clinton? Nah, he’s not going to be at the Pru. Man, was I wrong! He WAS there! Man, I could’ve gotten him to sign a book for my dad. That would’ve been awesome.

Oh well. Again.