July 20, 2011

I went all Irma Vep on it.

Filed under: HA!, PolenBabble — Twin C @ 10:31 am

At 8:45 this morning, for the first time since college (I think), I locked myself out of my apartment, having neglected to grab my keys and wallet before taking the garbage out. I cursed a lot, because I had a 9:30 am meeting that I was going to be able to make with time to spare, except now, not so much.

I called my landlord, who said he could be there around 1:00 pm. That wasn’t going to work. I called the super, who said that he didn’t have a master key and he was in Manhattan, and that he usually used a credit card to break into people’s apartments when they locked themselves out, but since my wallet was in the apartment, that wasn’t going to do me any good either. I called Twin B, but he was at work. I wasn’t about to call PSB, since she already was having an insane morning and I didn’t need to add to her stress.

I then realized - sure, I didn’t have a credit card, but I did have my work ID, which should work just fine. I got to work on the door, but didn’t quite know what I was doing. I called the super back to ask how he did it, and he said “Put the card in by where the handle is and try to push the latch open - the door should just open up if you do it right.” So I tried again, but it still didn’t work.

It was 10,000 degrees in the hallway and I was getting more and more frustrated, and to make matters worse, my cell phone was dying. (In retrospect, this was not actually such a big deal, since I had my work Blackberry with a full battery if it came to that.) I decided to call a locksmith. I called the first number that came up when I searched “Brooklyn locksmith”, but the service I reached must have been 1-800-SLOWEST LOCKSMITH IN THE UNIVERSE, because it took the guy 15 minutes to take my information, and then he said a technician would call me back with an estimated arrival time. After 15 more minutes of waiting and sweating and cursing, I decided to go back at it with my ID, which was now looking a little worse for wear.

30 seconds later, the door popped open. I cheered, grabbed my keys and wallet, said goodbye to Hamilton, who had been calling to me wondering what was going on, and ran to work, where I made it in just in time to miss the end of the meeting. (I let them know I wasn’t going to make it via Blackberry.)

So now I’m at work, feeling much better, and actually a little bad ass at being able to jimmy my way into my own apartment. Tonight I will feel even more bad ass, when I have my poker lesson with Annie Duke. I then have to go pick up Harry, bring him home, meet up with the sitter, and then head back in for the Moth show tonight, where Annie will be telling a story. I can’t wait!

July 15, 2011

Maybe turning 40 isn’t so bad. . .

Filed under: PolenBabble — Twin C @ 7:45 am

I’ve got a whole lot lined up for next week when I finally turn 40. . . starting with PSB’s first present to me: on Monday I am going to get an hour long poker lesson.

FROM ANNIE DUKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m so incredibly excited. I don’t even know what I want to talk to her about! I’m a relatively solid ABC player with a few tricks up my sleeve, but I’ve got a ton of leaks too. She has a new poker book that came out that I want to try and get and read beforehand (I’m sure I could polish it off in a weekend and retain at least some of it, and could take notes on questions I might have). . . just to be able to sit and talk poker with her though is pretty amazing.

On Wednesday she’s telling a story at The Moth, and I had already planned on fawning over her there. . . I’ll just have to try not to look like too much of a donkey during the lesson.

Thursday night I’m meeting up with some friends for some karaoke, and Friday night the Polenboys are heading over to Peter Luger’s for some good old fashioned meat rage. Afterwards there is a late night burlesque show called “Nerdlesque”, which is going to feature striptease with video game themes. AWESOME!!!!

And then I’ll be 40. Somehow I don’t think I’m going to feel any different. Still like a 15 year old kid who wants to play games and laugh and have fun all the time, but knows there are responsibilities too. Not so bad, really.

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