So, yesterday started off normal enough. I had a store meeting, Heather had the day off. We went to power yoga at the Y, which I still think is a form or torture, and tried a new restaurant. Sometime during the middle of the day, we invited Paul and Al over for dinner, and started getting ready for that. We planned a menu, Italian was the theme. Heather wanted to make a white sangria, and I decided on lasagna (my mom's recipe) and tiramisu for dessert.
We went shopping, spending a small fortune at the local Whole Foods, and were finally ready to start cooking. First we got the cold things ready, the dessert and the sangria. Then decided to take Anna for a walk. This is where things go went down hill very quickly. We walked outside and realized that we forgot the keys. I went back in to grab them, however, when I did, I moved some of Anna's "bags" from one pocket to another. For what ever reason, my brain perceived this as "we have the keys, let's go." You see, we have the type of exterior door that you can lock while the door is open (without the key mind you), then shut. And that is exactly what I did. The instant the door clicked shut, I realized what I had done. It was 3:30.
Well, panic didn't quite sink in. "It's an old house," we thought, "I'm sure the door will open right up." It didn't, neither did any of the windows, our place was on lock down, and we were outside. Now most normal people would have hidden a key outside when they moved in, we didn't. Also, these "normal people" would have left a spare with a trusted friend, we did, she is currently in Africa (strike two). Finally, we called our landlord. To our surprise, he picked up. He was in Lubbock, about 5 hours away. Luckily, he was about to board a plane, to fly back to Dallas. This would cut the trip down to about 45 minutes, we could handle that. At this point we figured we might as well go on that walk, we had some time to kill.
Summers in Texas are always one thing, if nothing else, and that is hot. About 4 pm during the summer is usually the warmest part of the day, and like I mentioned earlier, we were stuck outside. The walk wasn't all that bad, a bit warm, but bearable. Anna, on the other hand, might disagree. When we returned to the house (with about an hour to go before we were let back in) she ran straight to the door to get in first (as is her usual custom). Today, she would have to wait. This did not go over very well. After about 5 minutes of waiting, the whining began. Then the burning stare, as if we were doing this on purpose. Heather and I kept ourselves occupied by rolling an old skateboard down the sidewalk (we're pretty creative, I know).
Finally, after two and a half hours of waiting, our landlord called to let us know that he was back on the ground in Dallas. Woohoo!!! This excitement quickly faded when he called back a few minutes later and informed us that he had a flat and would be a little later than expected. So we waited, again...
When he arrived finally, it was pretty anticlimatic. He just walked up and opened the door, nothing fancy, no trumpets sounding in victory, nothing really. I quickly ran in and began preparing dinner, Heather was watching Anna and Buster (the pomaranian next door) play in the back yard. Dinner went off without a hitch though, and we got to spend some great time with great friends. And the white sangria was amazing, tiramisu not so much.
The End.
-Steven
Hello Chi-town, here we come. More details to come later, but what I can say is that I was finally able to use up all of those "thank you point" and get the tickets this morning. Woohoo! My first trip to the windy city. Ofcourse, Heather has been at least once, so that qualifies her as a tour guide. The main reason for the trip is to, well mostly get us out of the Texas heat in August, but also visit Heather's plutonic life partner, Heather. Yes, it's just as confusing as it sounds. Needless to say, we're pretty excited. I'll try to make sure to post plenty of pictures for those of you out there that might be interested in those sorts of things.
