Last night I worked a wedding with my best friend. It was the hardest wedding I worked just cause I fucked up two times and was just so very over it and so very bad at my job. Tiana slept over and I was so tired I slept in until almost 1pm this morning and by the time I woke up she was long gone. She texted me that she had slam locked the door and out door doesn’t slam lock but I didn’t say anything cause I didn’t want to make her feel bad. I was having a very slow morning (considering it wasn’t morning) and decided to check the mail to see if I had any checks waiting for me. Because I’m a lovable idiot I usually don’t take my house keys when I go to check the mail cause our door doesn’t lock unless you lock it and I’m on the 1st floor so the mailbox is literally right there in the lobby. So I went out in my PJ’s and checked the mail (also I had a check :)) and when I went to go back into my lovely cosy home it was locked. So here I was standing in the hallway in my insanely big grey knit cardigan with crazy exhausted eyes and just my phone on me. I texted my super but he responded that he would be at church until 5pm. I ended up taking an very expensive lyft to my boyfriends job (we works on a ferry boat). So I just went to a dock and met one of his coworkers and got the keys from him and didn’t even get to see my novio. I lost $50 and a few hours on my precious day off cause I don’t think things through. Anyways the moral of the story is if your best friend says she slam locked the door she slam locked the door!!