Making Due
Aug. 7th, 2007 07:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amalthyaAs I rang the doorbell for the eight hundredth time, I figured that Freebird must not be home. I'd checked the roof, but maybe he spent the night at a friend's? Desperation coursed through me... or maybe I was confusing desperation with the need to pee.
I'd been standing in the hallway in front of my apartment door for thirty minutes now. Foolishly, I hadn't realized that the girl with my love also had my only set of keys, and now it was 3 am and I couldn't possibly travel to her house and wake her up. But here I was, in front of my door, and my roommate, Dan, was allegedly home, in the bedroom closest to the front door.
But there I stood. Tired from a long drive from DC, carrying too many bags, as only I do best, and desperate. For a pee.
I decided to open the windows in the hall, and I took the only change I had -- 4 quarters, a nickel, a dime and a penny, and proceeded to throw them into Dan's open window while yelling, hushedly, "Dan! Let me in! Dan!" I know I got at least four separate pieces of change onto his floor. I could hear them go Clunk.
Unfortunately, he couldn't.
There are two apartments down the hall from us that are being renovated and refurbished. Realizing that either Dan was a) Not Home or b) Unconscious (with a third option rattling through my head of C) Dead) I ventured into the first apartment after finding it unlocked. Of course, that apartment was without walls, and therefore without toilets too. Foiled!
I tried the second apartment. Also unlocked! Success! Not only was there a lovely, gungy toilet, but some nice construction man had left a roll of TP.
Heading back to the apartment semi-relieved, I tried the door for another 15 minutes. But, like the first 30, I was met with silence on the other side. Additionally, my knuckles were raw from knocking. So I curled up around my luggages, put on my sunglasses, and wrapped my jacket around me.
And actually slept. On the tiled floor of my hall. I did alarm my neighbours in the morning when they woke up to find me, on the floor, sleeping. At about 7:35 I knocked again, hopeless, weak, without even standing up or dislodging my sleeping place. And, to my great surprise, Dan came right out, aghast at the state of me, pretzeled into the nook in front of the door and obviously bedraggled.
So now I'm in my bed, in my apartment, unrested but ever-so-grateful not to be on the floor. Expect me to be sleeping for a while now. And welcome home to me from another wonderful weekend away.
I'd been standing in the hallway in front of my apartment door for thirty minutes now. Foolishly, I hadn't realized that the girl with my love also had my only set of keys, and now it was 3 am and I couldn't possibly travel to her house and wake her up. But here I was, in front of my door, and my roommate, Dan, was allegedly home, in the bedroom closest to the front door.
But there I stood. Tired from a long drive from DC, carrying too many bags, as only I do best, and desperate. For a pee.
I decided to open the windows in the hall, and I took the only change I had -- 4 quarters, a nickel, a dime and a penny, and proceeded to throw them into Dan's open window while yelling, hushedly, "Dan! Let me in! Dan!" I know I got at least four separate pieces of change onto his floor. I could hear them go Clunk.
Unfortunately, he couldn't.
There are two apartments down the hall from us that are being renovated and refurbished. Realizing that either Dan was a) Not Home or b) Unconscious (with a third option rattling through my head of C) Dead) I ventured into the first apartment after finding it unlocked. Of course, that apartment was without walls, and therefore without toilets too. Foiled!
I tried the second apartment. Also unlocked! Success! Not only was there a lovely, gungy toilet, but some nice construction man had left a roll of TP.
Heading back to the apartment semi-relieved, I tried the door for another 15 minutes. But, like the first 30, I was met with silence on the other side. Additionally, my knuckles were raw from knocking. So I curled up around my luggages, put on my sunglasses, and wrapped my jacket around me.
And actually slept. On the tiled floor of my hall. I did alarm my neighbours in the morning when they woke up to find me, on the floor, sleeping. At about 7:35 I knocked again, hopeless, weak, without even standing up or dislodging my sleeping place. And, to my great surprise, Dan came right out, aghast at the state of me, pretzeled into the nook in front of the door and obviously bedraggled.
So now I'm in my bed, in my apartment, unrested but ever-so-grateful not to be on the floor. Expect me to be sleeping for a while now. And welcome home to me from another wonderful weekend away.
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Date: 2007-08-07 12:45 pm (UTC)welcome back from your travels!
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