Let me begin by saying that Monday Funday was fun....mostly. First of all Sara Bareilles was AMAZING, and if and when she comes back I will be there. However I will not let a 30 dollar concert turn into a 200 dollar concert. Now, allow me to explain. We were running a bit late for the show and found a parking spot in a Wendy's parking lot. It seemed as though it was kosher to park there, people all around were parking there and heading towards the Ogdon (the theater where the show was). So I kicked the little voice in my head telling me not to park there and pulled on in. There was no one there taking money or giving out parking tickets so I convinced myself that it would be okay. So we get in the theater, begin our jam sesh and I allow my enjoyment to completely take over. This in itself was a wonderful thing because it had been far too long since I got to rock out to an artist that I love live! As the show went on, it got better and better. I was experiencing pure bliss. As the show wound down, I was beginning to feel the damage of standing for hours straight. As we were leaving the theater, I was already cursing my back for hurting and was eager to sit down in the car. Walking into the lot everything got a little foggy. As I look up, and see that my car is no longer where I had parked I hear a cloudy voice from behind jokingly say, "the car is gone." The gasp that followed the giggle was evidence that the joke, was not so funny accompanied by the realization of the truth. The car was gone. Needless to say, we had been towed, and I was pissed. I tried to tell myself that it would be okay and almost had myself convinced at this point. So I walk, even though I felt like stomping, over to the sign on one of the poles, dial the number and tell myself to, "be sweet." I really tried too. And I think I mostly succeeded, aside from one little closing remark of, "I hope you really love your job," to the man on the other end of the line. I mean really, you tow my car, and I am being reasonably nice to you considering my deep erg to curse you out and yet you are the one being a jerk wad! What the heck?
Anyway, it was going to be almost 300 buck-a-roos to get it out that night, if we made it there by midnight, and had it all in cash, so we had to wait until the next day to get it back. That night my uncle came and picked us up and Nessa and I drove back home in his car. I was so erked that night that I couldn't even sleep. When I finally did fall asleep it felt like a minute and then my alarm was going off. Awake and still wanting to punch a tow man, I started my day. We headed up to Denver that afternoon, cash in hand, and not wanting to fork it over. As we near the address that we were given to get the car back, we are realizing how sketch this area really is. We can't find the place so I call the number, he once again is a world class douche and I am trying hard to "be sweet," something that under circumstances such as these is REALLY difficult for me. We finally find it, and he is sitting there in front of this gate in a truck. We ask, "so how does this work?" His reply, "you hand me the money and I open the gate and you can get your car." At this point in time I am thinking what the heck??? How sketch can you be? You run an operation that requires me to hand you a substantial amount of money through your car window and in return I get my car. It felt like I was getting something illegal, not my car. This was seriously the most bizarre experience I have had in a while.
Well, to wrap it up, we got my car back and everything turned out to be okay. Aside from my anger issues about the hole thing that is. Note to self, and readers: Be very watchful of signs where ever you are parking. Trust me, you don't want to deal with this. It blows!