Locked out of the Apartment Weekend
Had a blast at Guy Grangers birthday on Friday night after work. Session at the Gingerman followed by Whelans. Was so out-of-it the next morning I managed to lock myself out of the apartment after checking a ‘knock on the door’. Luckily I had a phone, some cash and was wearing pants… Watched John Tucker must die (load of cack) and Right at Your Door (emotive) at the cinema before collecting the spare set of keys at the FastTrack at Heuston…
In other weird events – I parked my car beside an exact same model over the weeked – It was dark when I got back to the car park and mistook the other car for my own. Guess my surprise as my key opened this second car… Notice how clean it is (couldn’t be mine!)
