A not so relaxing day

Today I was supposed to meet friends for brunch in Philly. Unfortunately, for the first time in 15 years, I locked myself out of the apartment. A call to my apartment management’s emergency number confirmed that a lock-out is not considered an emergency and they couldn’t help – I’d have to call a locksmith. (While my apartment management is great for repairs, etc. during the week, their absolute insistence on not working on the weekend is very irritating.) The police also could not help, and suggested that I either call a locksmith or the fire department (to break in).

I opted for the locksmith, and spent a not so lovely hour sitting on my front stoop staring at my psychotic pumpkin while I waited for the locksmith to arrive. (My apartment management also could not recommend a locksmith, so I was left with calling 411)

In the end, it took the fella about 3 minutes to pick my lock. And cost me $149. I’d opted for a locksmith, because I’d imagined it would be cheaper than the repairs necessary to fix a broken window. Next time, I’ll break a window. Actually, next time I’ll call a cab to take me to work to pick up a spare set of keys.

At which point, my friends had just received their food. I almost didn’t go in to join them. The only reason I did, was that I felt certain that I’d end up spending the day nursing my annoyance until it thoroughly ruined my day. Andrew very kindly went through the menu and found a selection of things he thought I’d like (good job Andrew!) and almost as soon as I sat down I was given:
Cafe Cuba Libre: Cuban coffee with steamed coconut milk.
Torta de Cangrejo Benedict :
Jumbo lump crabmeat and potato cakes, poached eggs, avocado mash. Tomato Hollandaise sauce.

Yum!

And because Mike is in Germany, emphatically not living it up, Kristin brought him in absentia:

Of course, we mean to taunt him with it.

Now, if my ipod will turn up, I’d be more relaxed. But I’ve looked for it everywhere and don’t have a good feeling about it. Fingers crossed.