So now for the adventures in Natland. For G and C’s wedding Tiff and I found these adorable dresses online that I could purchase in downtown LA for pretty cheap. So I made the trip with my two children on Monday. Whelp, I drove down, found a somewhat close parking spot, and off I went to the dress store. One problem, in the excitement of actually finding a metered parking space (wahoo I wouldn’t be forking out 8 bucks for a parking spot today I thought!) and dragging the kids from the car on a busy street while trying to talk Ava out of recovering the balloon that fell out of the car into the filthy gutter I forgot to look at where I was. The purchase and everything took about 40 minutes because they had to bring one of the dresses in off the truck. Anyway after making the purchase I headed off to my car. I soon realized I had no idea where I parked. After walking for 1 hour and 30 minutes holding Alex and my purse in one hand (note holding purse so as not to get stolen from bottom of stroller) and pushing Ava I decided I needed help – yes I prayed the whole time (especially after I ran over a homeless mans foot with the stroller- smoooothh!) anyway, I stopped and went into one of the more respectable looking stores and asked what I should do. The saleslady called the parking guys, who wear yellow shirts and ride bikes. Anyway, by then I was even more turned around and couldn’t even tell the yellow shirt guy which direction I parked so he decided he had better call back-up. To make a long story short I had four dudes on bikes riding around downtown LA looking for my car. Luckily they found it within 10 minutes and it only ended up being about a block away from where I was. So out 40 bucks for a parking ticket but holding a few very sweet dresses I hurried home as fast as I could vowing I would never return to that part of town again. Yes, I learned a very good lesson that day and will be more careful in the future but now that I find it somewhat humorous I thought you would all enjoy reading about my despair and stupidity. Stay tuned for next week….
Sunday, December 2, 2007
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That is hilarious! There have been several times where I have forgotten where I parked in a parking lot and walked around and around looking. One time I swore that my car was stolen because it took me so long to find it. It was there all along, but I was on the wrong level in the parking garage! I'm glad I'm not the only one who does this!
Nat Im glad you are ok. What a nightmare and yes we have all done it before just not in downtown LA. Well I am dying to see these cute dresses.
I don't like going downtown either and I forget where I park on a daily basis at work...btw thanks for the cookies and good luck on Monday.
Sure brightened my day! I guarantee Cheyenne is nothing like downtown LA, but I can't tell you how many times I lose my car in the Wal-Mart parking lot...now THAT'S sad!
Hey Tony! It's your long-lost junior high and high school friend, Del Mecham. I managed to track down your blog as follows: from my blog to my brother Ben's blog, from his blog to Jesse Broadbent's blog, and from Jesse's blog to his sister Rachel's blog, and from Rachel's blog to your blog. What a small world, huh? Good thing Rachel married into the Marsh family, or else I never would have found your blog.
even though you told me this story already, I laughed again histerically at reading your lost car story. I think it's becoming a habit not knowing where you are parked! I have to say you know you're not the only one...but your experience in downtown L.A. tops any of my lost car episodes. Love ya!
I love you! We are definitely in the same family, blood link or no! That is a great story.
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