Saw the movie 21 last week with my dear friend Karen. Got back to my apartment around 1AM, just as it started to rain. That’s when I realized that I had left my keys at the theater.

My building is supposed to keep extra keys on hand, only they couldn’t find the extra key to my apartment. I didn’t have cash for a cab, so I dashed back to the movie theatre—I mentioned the rain?—and when I got there, I saw that they had turned all the UP escalators DOWN.

At this point, mind you, I was already soaked with rain and sweat, but up the DOWN escalators I ran.
I pretended that I was running up the incline treadmill at the end of the American Gladiators Eliminator (the obstacle course).

When I got to the theatre, which was on the third floor, I couldn’t find my keys anywhere. The ONE person at the theatre didn’t know if anybody had turned in keys/didn’t speak English.

I called one of my LA friends and told him to cheer me up. He told me an awful anti-Semitic joke. Not awful because it was anti-Semitic. Both awful and anti-Semitic.

I ran back to my place and spent 1/2 the night at my neighbors. The on-call apartment engineer showed up at 4AM to let me in my place.

Sleep schedule’s been messed up ever since.