Oh what a week it has been...bollocks, really.

Sunday night I joined up with Janice at Supperclub for round three of a girls night out, birthday style.  We wined and dined and listened to opera and loved everything but the avocado soup...it tasted like runny guacamole dip.

On Monday I met up with Janice again on West Portal for brunch and to run some errands.  All was good until I noticed that my car keys had come off of my handbag.  I've clipped them onto my bags for quite some time now, and somewhere along West Portal they'd come loose, I didn't hear them drop.  I backtracked my steps three times and asked every single shop owner along the way if anyone had turn in any keys.  No luck.  I am thinking maybe a child picked them up since there were a couple of "toys" on the key ring - my very first string doll: Jo Ninja, and a hot-pink plastic Gloomy Bear - which was my favorite Gloomy Bear and bitch to get in blind assortment.  To top it off, a very nice Prada key ring.  Not only did I lose my only car key, but a hundred bucks worth of key-chains, too.  I made a spare key a couple of years ago, and for the life of me could not remember where I put it.  I searched everywhere.  Since I did not have a key, and the wheels were locked from parking on a hill, the tow truck had to tow my ride dragging sideways for about a mile, until we parked it near my studio on a relatively safe street without meters or time restrictions, just the usual street cleaning restrictions.  The looks on the faces of passer-bys was priceless.  I counted three mouthed "oh shiiiits" as we drove on. 

Today I managed to get a mobile locksmith over there and he made me two keys and didn't lecture me too much.  I moved my ride to a different street to avoid the rest of the street cleaning for this week, and will be able to go get it if not by tomorrow then on Sunday.  Ford just had orthoscopic knee surgery and is in no condition to drive.  He is doing well but hobbling about on European crutches.  I rather enjoy playing nurse for him.