Mommy dearest.

Ok. So remember this post? I was soooo unbelievably sick of studying that I decided to start my summer early. Who needs to study for finals anyway? Tuesday night I started my Mexico scrapbook album and blinged out my debit card a bit. And I still rocked my final on Wednesday. Tuesday at work I was given a ticket to Young Frankenstein for Wednesday night so I felt like I had to go. I won't lie I wasn't excited. I thought it was going to be like Frankenstein, the movie. Yuck. Plus I hate going downtown by myself and I didn't know the ladies I was going with. But I didn't want to be rude so I plugged in my GPS and got down to Capitol Theater. The parking lots around the theater were $7 to park. I'm sorry I will not pay that.

So I kept driving and found Regency Street Parking a dollar an hour. Sweet. Should only be $3 they accept debit cards, lets do it. It wasn't all that close to the theater though so I had to jog, in heels. Fun! I made it and sat down just as it was starting. Our seats were awesome, but I was surprised at the language. I don't mind I just wasn't expecting the lady to sing about "Don't touch my tits" and have so many sexual innuendos throughout the show. Not necessary in my opinion, but whatev.

Anyway, because of the anxious being I am I had these horrible thoughts that something was going to happen to my car. Did I lock it? Is there anything in it? What if they break a window? I said a little prayer asking for comfort that everything would be ok and my car would be safe.

Turns out my car was a little too safe. Even I couldn't get to it. Let me explain. After the show I walk toward the parking structure, but the door I came out of was locked. Awesome. How do I get in? Maybe I'll walk up the ramp, push the ticket button the thing will open and I can get to my car. WRONG. I am in heels. In the dark. By myself. In dark alleys. This is terrifying. I'm trying to find another entrance but I'm scared. I start crying. I'm on the phone with my mom the whole time because I didn't want to walk by myself to the parking garage. I start bawling, hysterically.

What. am. I. going. to. do? I have a final tomorrow, it's late. I want to go home. My superstar mom doesn't hesitate to come down. I see Carl's Jr and I want to go to a "safe zone" so I walk over to Carl's. YAY I see a cop car. No more worries, eh? WRONG. I walk up to cop and through the tears I'm trying to ask for help. I tell him I can't get to my car, I'm by myself, and I'm scared. He tells me to call the number on my ticket (there isn't one) or to walk up the ramp and push the button (tried that, didn't work). He told me it was private property so there was nothing he could do. He gave me a "I'm sorry" and went back to facebook probably (he was on his laptop). You dumb idiot. I hope you're not the cop on call when I have a real emergency. Seriously, you couldn't drive your car up the ramp, open the barricade get me to my car and send me on my way?

Guess that's what mom's are for..

So my mom comes up late at night. A ray of hope I'll tell you that much. I have never been so excited to see my mom in my whole life. I get in her car. We drive up the ramp, she gets a ticket and opens the barricade. There is my car. Nice and safe. I am so shaken up that I don't even want to drive, but I made it.

If my mom didn't come up, what would I have done? This could have turned out soooooo much worse than it did. Holy cow. Happy Mother's Day Mom. You flippin unbelievably rock.



P.s Yes the show was amazing. AND I got A's on all my finals and classes. Whoop.