A couple weekends ago, Julia and I went to a friend’s bachelorette party. Julia told you about her foot pain experience via high heels, but there were other, more hilarious things that happened to us that we have yet to share. I’m not going to lie, it’s largely because they were not so funny at the time. But I feel that an appropriate amount of time has passed now.
Everything had been going so well. We’d arrived in Toronto after another bridal shower in London (Ontario, not England, though that would’ve been a far more impressive feat). Julia and I parked our car at the condo building we would be staying at and then took the subway into the city. We danced the night away and had a blast. We even caught the bus home in fairly little time. Everything was going so well until Julia and I went down to the parking garage to get our overnight stuff out of our car.
First of all, we got locked in a stairwell trying to find the parking garage, which was less than ideal. But we called our friend Shannon, whose condo we were staying at, and she came down to rescue us. She then pointed us in the right direction of the parking garage, which was probably for the best, because God’s knows we would’ve just gotten locked in another stairwell.
When we emerged into the parking garage, Julia and I had the most realistic Seinfeld experience of our entire lives. We had literally lost our car in a parking garage. We walked around visitors’ parking probably about seven times and even searched the other floors for good measure. Eventually Shannon came back down to find us, considering that it was four o’clock in the morning and we were wandering about a parking garage, searching for our car.
It took about another forty minutes, but we finally discovered that we had parked our car in someone else’s parking garage. We then had to walk over there, at four in the morning, walk up to the intercom outside the garage door, and ask to be let in so that we could collect our parked car.
The next morning, however, our car was easy to locate, now that it had been moved to the right parking lot. It was just as well, because we had to dash off back to Guelph to attend yet another bridal shower. I’d like to point out that all three of these wedding-related activities were for different people. Gracious.
~ Hilary Axle Hatchet