Californication Season 4 in fact: excitement and anticipation mounting as I pounded the pavement but the first thing I would need to do once through the door would be to use the ladies room.
The front gate though of the house I am sitting has this old and antique style lock that some mornings takes me a good five minutes rattling the key to find that exact spot to unlock the door, so I twisted, turned and rattled that key finally unlocking, but during this process the actual front door key had fallen off in to my hand, not a problem I used the key to urgently unlock the door and I was inside. By now the ladies room was a screaming at me, and my need a little more urgent (My bladder just ain't what it use to be!!) so I dumped the keys by the TV, my hand bag on the chair and bolted for the toilet.
I get to the toilet - oh yeah,
I am home - oh yeah
Vodka, full bottle - oh yeah
Californication - OH YEE HA!!!
And I sigh, I made it and grab for the toilet paper - two tiny little pieces are all that is left and not a tissue in sight!! This now means I need to go out for toilet paper before all of the above can commence, so I decide to venture out again immediately to get it over and down with.
So pants up, hands washed and on a mission Tania - Marie mode enabled. Purse grabbed, iPhone by passed, keys picked up. Hesitate, second thought, iPhone should be taken someone may call, back inside and iPhone grabbed.
And out the front door I walk, shutting it firmly behind me. Then the lightening bolt hits - the front door key still sitting on the table by the TV as I had only grabbed the key ring!
I could have screamed but as in the past have learnt it only hurts my throat.
Adam, whose house I am sitting, is in San Francisco and probably asleep, I have no other numbers........ but thank God I have my iPhone, it is the small blessings as I was going to leave it in my hand bag as I was only going out for toilet paper, a 5 min trip up to the shops.
It could have been a total disaster, I know no one in this area, and I have no phone numbers stored in my mind. Everything I own was now inaccessible.
So I try calling Adam, he answers, and his spare keys are with his old flatmate. So off to the train station again I go, back on the train, over the Sydney Harbour Bridge for the third time in one day to Milsons Point Station where he meets me, then back home again for my night to begin.
I was so annoyed but have realised in life, these things happen, we just need to formulate a plan with the tools we have and ride the journey in the most comfortable way we can.
I tell you what though, getting home for the second time on Friday night made me appreciate doubly my planned evening in!