The Ultimate Late Arrival

The holidays jumped on all of us faster than Tiger Woods jumping on one of his many cocktail waitress.  With the holidays came many parties and lots of fun.  To kick off the holiday season I was taking a hot date to one of my buddies Christmas party.  Yet before any of my partying and swagger ever began I shot myself in the foot.   I have a buddy who lives in a new apartment in BH (Beverly Hills), before this party I have been to his place once and it was in the day.  On this particular night it was pouring rain, one of two storms Los Angeles sees every year.  All the apartments looked the same and I could not let my hot date walk in the pouring rain.  I was going for a very suave move attempting to pull into the garage, drop her off then go park the car in the rain.  It was a very gallant idea, like Chivas 1800 gallantry.   As I saw my buddies apartment garage door open, I swooped in.  I was thinking to myself, man unreal timing.  I am looking super fly.  This particular garage looked like every other garage placed underneat an apartemnt complex.  Big gate, concrete walls, and tandem parking.  After driving around the two levels of this particular garage me and my date noticed my buddies car was no where to be seen.  I quickly realized this was not his garage.

My personal jail

As I turned my car around to exit the garage, it quickly dawned on me that you need a garage door remote to leave.  Just picture the scene.  My buddy is waiting in his garage to let my hot date in, and we are no where to be seen.  Mean while my date sitting next to has changed her thoughts from Rico Suave to Rico Retard.  Me and my car are locked in this garage.  To make matters worse  all the food for the party was in my back seat.  There was nothing I could do.  I raised the white flag and started going into damage control.  I was like that caged animal that just runs around the same small space in a million circles.

I got out of my car and scanned the walls to see if there was an emergency exit button.  Obviously, no.  No emergency exit button existed.  Have you ever heard of an emergency exit button?  I was at a point where I was getting delirious and making stuff up, like the emergency exit button.  Ok so plan B.  I will just go up to one of the apartments knock on the door, and politely explain the situation and see if they can open the door for me.  As I attempt to do this, I quickly find out you need a key to get from the garage to the apartments.

I pulled out my cell phone to call my buddy, yet because I was underground surrounded by concrete, there was no service.  My game was a direct reflection of the cell phone bars I had, nothing.  Yeah, this night was off to a killer start.  As I was about to throw in the towel and start in on the party food, I heard voices.  No, not in my head but two men walking to their car.  They were arguing with each other.  I awkwardly interrupted them and told them my story.  They laughed, forgot about their qualm and opened the garage for me.

I called my buddy, gave him the spark note version of what just happened and made sure to pull into his garage this time.  The food, the girl, and my holiday season all arrived fashionably late.  I only hope that your holiday parties had this much random humor to them.