Day 44: Wouldn't be a real night out without a BJ moment...

Another Saturday, another Bridget Jones moment. I don't even know why my thoughtlessness surprised me. My friend Sarah and I were invited to a housewarming party for a friend and co-worker in Harrisburg, about 30 minutes from my house. Of course, we're running behind, but we finally get in the car, find the house in one shot, park and pile out to head to the party. So we shut the doors. With the keys in the car. And the doors are locked. WTF?? It was like I watched it in slow motion. I happen to have the only car left in the world that is all manual, from engine, to windows to locks. So, I'm forever reminding my passengers to lock the doors as they get out. As I asked Sarah, and she said she had locked it, we both shut the doors as I realized the keys were in the car. Now, since I'd been driving, why didn't I have the keys? A simple answer of course. Because I'd had a passenger, I had my purse on the back seat. And because we were going out, I had put just the car key in my little going out purse, to avoid lugging around all my keys. And that valet key that I keep tucked in my everyday purse for just these instances? Back in Lancaster, where I'd switched bags. Fat lot of good that did me. BUT, thank goodness for Sarah and her AAA for coming to my rescue. We got the keys, but it took about an hour and a half...an hour and a half that we were drinkless. Did I forget to mention the wine was in the car with the keys? :)