Never forgetting my keys again.
Last night was my least successful attempt to go home ever. Actually, it was my ONLY ever attempt to go home, because usually I'm pretty successful, and then I just call it "going home."
Naomi and I were coming back from a shoot and it took over an hour to finally get back to my apartment (lugging my really heavy backpack, plus another bag). It was about 3:15 when I got to my door and realized I left my keys on my desk that morning. Kay's been in Westport since sometime last week, and Brianna and Wilhelm had gone to see some friends in Connecticut as well, so I was sort of stranded. I stood on my doorstep for a little while, trying to call Naomi since she'd just gotten off the subway 10 or 15 minutes before me, but we'd had a long day so I guess she'd passed right out. So she didn't pick up, and I couldn't figure out what to do.
Eventually I realized that the only place I could go was back to work (uggggh) so I texted Naomi one last time and hopped on the L (time: 3:30). I ended up back at the office around 4, and grabbed a pillow to head for the couch in the bathroom lobby. I made a sign that said "locked out of my apartment :( I work here. Not a hobo." and opened the bathroom door. The lights were off, and someone moved on the couch. I FREAKED OUT and learned that it was a night security on her break, with the same idea I had. I explained to her that I was locked out and had nowhere to go, and she was cool about it (though made no move to leave the couch.) So I headed to a DIFFERENT couch and was awkwardly jammed onto it, almost asleep, when Naomi texted me around 4:15.
I left work and jumped into the first cab I could find. The guy didn't want to go to Brooklyn, so I got out and got in another one. The driver was super nice and put up with me complaining about how dumb I am, so when I got there and was so relieved to be somewhere I could sleep that I gave him $25 for my $16.50 cab ride (I'm pretty much rolling in dough, let's not lie...) Naomi had fallen back asleep so I called her 9 or 10 times and she buzzed me in and let me crash on top of her roommate's bed. Thank god for southern hospitality!
I hung out there most of the day because I didn't know when Brianna was going to get home. It's 100 million degrees in the city this weekend. Tomorrow it's getting even hotter. The worst thing about about it is that you can take 2 or 3 showers in a day and still feel gross. And you can never dry off, because the air is so full of moisture already that it won't evaporate water off your skin.
Anyway, I'm glad to sleep in my own bed (and go to sleep before 5) but also I'm dreading it because it's gonna be soooo hot.
Naomi and I were coming back from a shoot and it took over an hour to finally get back to my apartment (lugging my really heavy backpack, plus another bag). It was about 3:15 when I got to my door and realized I left my keys on my desk that morning. Kay's been in Westport since sometime last week, and Brianna and Wilhelm had gone to see some friends in Connecticut as well, so I was sort of stranded. I stood on my doorstep for a little while, trying to call Naomi since she'd just gotten off the subway 10 or 15 minutes before me, but we'd had a long day so I guess she'd passed right out. So she didn't pick up, and I couldn't figure out what to do.
Eventually I realized that the only place I could go was back to work (uggggh) so I texted Naomi one last time and hopped on the L (time: 3:30). I ended up back at the office around 4, and grabbed a pillow to head for the couch in the bathroom lobby. I made a sign that said "locked out of my apartment :( I work here. Not a hobo." and opened the bathroom door. The lights were off, and someone moved on the couch. I FREAKED OUT and learned that it was a night security on her break, with the same idea I had. I explained to her that I was locked out and had nowhere to go, and she was cool about it (though made no move to leave the couch.) So I headed to a DIFFERENT couch and was awkwardly jammed onto it, almost asleep, when Naomi texted me around 4:15.
I left work and jumped into the first cab I could find. The guy didn't want to go to Brooklyn, so I got out and got in another one. The driver was super nice and put up with me complaining about how dumb I am, so when I got there and was so relieved to be somewhere I could sleep that I gave him $25 for my $16.50 cab ride (I'm pretty much rolling in dough, let's not lie...) Naomi had fallen back asleep so I called her 9 or 10 times and she buzzed me in and let me crash on top of her roommate's bed. Thank god for southern hospitality!
I hung out there most of the day because I didn't know when Brianna was going to get home. It's 100 million degrees in the city this weekend. Tomorrow it's getting even hotter. The worst thing about about it is that you can take 2 or 3 showers in a day and still feel gross. And you can never dry off, because the air is so full of moisture already that it won't evaporate water off your skin.
Anyway, I'm glad to sleep in my own bed (and go to sleep before 5) but also I'm dreading it because it's gonna be soooo hot.