Well Jades, I'd laugh at you (hysterically actually) but...
-October, 2003. Pittsburgh, PA, Station Square Complex:
My birthday's in September, and a friend of mine named Patricia was wanting to take my out for my B-Day but we just couldn't get together because of my classes and things, until October.
She offered to take me to one of the most expensive Steak Places in the city (Pittsburgh Rare) because she's got $ out the whazzoo and knew I'd wanted to try this place for ages, so I happily accepted this as my birthday gift... The Restaurant has an extensive wine list as well, so we drank 3 bottles between us over our dinner.
This was also my first night to take Patricia out for a ride in my "new" car I got over the summer, a 1994 Chrysler Le Baron Convertible, which is a dark green with a tan/gold top. Very clean shape... Like new really because it was some rich snot's car who kept it in a garage because after she got it her daddy immediately bought her a jeep too so the Le Baron was put in storage... But I digress.
Anyway, very proud of the car and showing it off to my friend for the first time.
We Drink and Eat the night away at this place anyway... Then go across the street to a club to just sit, drink heavily, and watch the crowd... And drink after drink after drink, Patricia's loading me up pretty good. Vodka and Cranberry's the drink of choice, with some LI Teas mixed in too, as well as a couple shots.
I'm sloshed... As (EDIT) Poo-faced as I've been in a LONG time...
Patricia and I start for my car, which is in the South lot at Station Square... (Bare in mind this is one of my FIRST nights out and about with the car too, in general)
The South Lot is near a club in an old warehouse called Matrix. It's like the "big" club in Pittsburgh for the most part...
So it's late, closing time-ish, and I try getting into my car...
My key won't work though, and then I notice it in the moonlight...
The top's cut and tattered... There's dents in the doors and fenders, scrapes and scratches...
My car means my world to me (It's sad, but it does mean a lot to me) and I freak out... I'm thinking someone broke a screwdriver off trying to break in my door, and they cut the top trying to get in, etc., etc... There's even a big circular smash in the front window.
I'm LIVID. I'm swearing up a storm (slurred)... I punched the window, hard, pissed off... Subsequently cracking some bones in my hand. I kicked the door a couple times... Patricia doesn't know what to do, nor has seen me this PO'd so she's sort of antsy about that and she says "honey, maybe it's not your car?" and I can't even comprehend this at this point...
Then, 3 hot girls walk up PO'd because we're "near" their car, and too close to it, and hear Patricia say what she just did and one girl says "That's because It's NOT your car" (real snotty).
Sooooooooooo
Egg on my face.
The girl says then, "Yours is down there", and low and behold... IDENTICAL in every way (color, year, etc.) except that mine is in good shape... There sits my car by its lonesome.
I am a douche.
I can blame it on the alcohol... But I won't. I am merely an idiot.
I will say however that my Grandmother, my mother, and my aunt have ALL tried getting into a car that is NOT theirs at one point or another. Don't feel bad.
Only feel bad if it REALLY doesn't look a thing like your car... Like wishful thinking that this were your car or something.
