FYI, parking garages close pretty early in S.F.
Ok. So. The date went great. Great restaurant, great conversation, great guy. Really, perfect. We went to this super authentic Italian restaurant in North Beach. It was really fun....
Right up until I realized my car was in a garage that was closed. For the weekend. Meaning, I was car-less until Monday morning.
Words can't express how stupid I felt, but my date could not have been nicer about it. We hung out in his hotel until I got a hold of my friend Kaysen, who lives in the city. And thank goodness she called me back after I left a rather panicked voicemail and a few text messages. She picked me up and saved me from a potentially awkward slumber party with my date. I mean, we had fun and everything, but spending the night together in a hotel room is a little fast for a first date. Right?
So besides that little mishap, things went perfect. He lives in LA, so that's kind of a bummer, but we're going to try and plan a trip for me to come down and visit when the election is over. I sort of hate Los Angeles, and told him that, but he promised he would change my mind about it.
We'll see.
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So, you sorta screwed it up...but not totally. Now you know to pay attention when you leave a parking garage in the city.
I hope your car was liberated in a timely fashion. And huzzah for a good date.
Jazz got his car booted in our parking lot on our very first date. We had to wait for the university police to come and unlock the boot at like 2 in the morning. It worked out ok for us!
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