Some evenings are just not meant to be

I was enjoying having the place to myself tonight and playing some music Mr T doesn't really care for, getting my net time, cooking the best smelling pumpkin soup and being quite productive too.

My neighbour invited me up for a glass of wine and we chatted and one glass quickly become a few while I was waiting for soup to be ready. I returned to my place turned off the soup which was perfect in every way except I felt it was missing some bread.

I then decided that I had to have bread that very minute especially since I'm hooked on potts bread. I asked my neighbour if she wanted anything from the supermarket and she said no but was concerned that I would be walking by myself at night. I explained that I couldn't drive either so we reached a compromise of me riding my bike. Yes riding a bike slightly tipsy sounded ok to me. However, my tires were really flat so I slowly pumped them and then set off thinking how great it was riding with so few cars on the road.

I got to the supermarket safely and slowly got my bread, some chocolate and other goodies and walked out to unlock my bike and discovered that I didn't have my keys. I looked and looked and looked and finally proceeded to walk home following my steps. I didn't find my keys and I attempted to call Mr T but he didn't answer and I knew he wouldn't be home to late anyway. My neighbour allowed me to stay at her place as long as I needed to. I waited for about an hour and then remembered that Mr T recently gave a spare key to my mother so I called her up only to discover that she couldn't find the spare either. In the meantime Mr T called me back and replied that it would be over an hour til he would be home. I then discovered that my neighbour had actually fell asleep. My mother called to say that she still couldn't remember what she did with the key. Mr T called again saying that he actually didn't have keys on him as he left them in the apartment this morning. I was just contemplating how much a locksmith would be and whether I could actually find one at 10pm and what I should do about my asleep neighbour, and what the etiquette is for a situation like that and whether I should leave and wait downstairs in the cold when my mother finally called to say that she had found the key.

I've just walked in the door a little before 11 it's been almost 3 hours since I set off to the supermarket my soup is now cold and I don't even feel like the bread anymore. My bike is still at the supermarket and I'm too exhausted to go and get it right now so I hope it doesn't get stolen. I also found a huge cockroach in our bathroom.

The lessons from all this:

a) perhaps not a good idea to drink on week nights
b) never drink and ride
c) give a spare key to my neighbour