Blame This One on the Artiste

I made it to 3pm today without any major badness happening. Went to Hudson to meet some kidz for lunch. But being the morong that I am, I locked my keys in the ignish.

The only reason I had gone out to the car was to get a cd out of my stereo for the great artiste BG. Of course I had to turn on the ignish to get the cd to eject and subsequently grabbed the cd and hit the lock and walked, like, two steps away before I realized...


And of course I have my camera so I can take great pictures of my own stupidity, but I ain't smart enough to carry and extra key. I do, however, have bottle openers everywhere. Because it's more important to be able to open your beer than to drive home...

So the great artiste ended up dogging out and we went to SFO again and I tried to figure out what to do the secure my keys when Greg says, "Wait, I've got somebody...". And Greg makes a call and about six minutes later...