Okay, so yesterday I had a typical "Lynette's Catastrophe" day. Nothing too bad; just a string of very strange occurrences. This used to happen to me a lot. It's been awhile since. I almost forgot that I did this. Until yesterday.
Okay, so yesterday was the CHS graduation. I wanted to get there around 9 since it started at 10 and parking goes insane. Well, I had my house keys and had to get my car keys from the jacket I'd worn on Friday when I went to Reno. Yeah, my house keys totally disappeared in the process. So I used my other key, put the laundry in my car to take to my parents' house after the ceremony, and drove off to Starbucks for chai before going to the football field (I got off later than I wanted). The line was long and I got out later than I wanted--I didn't get to the high school until about 9:30.
I had to park behind the soccer field that's behind the school. The gate to the field on my side was open. I asked if the cop there I could cross the field and he said okay. I started making my way there and the head of security at CHS, Orlando, came up and said I couldn't because the other side was probably locked. I walked all the way around. Then I headed towards the big gym where the graduates were contained. I joined the teachers in the cheering tunnel for the graduates as they walked onto the field. Then Beci, Jackie and I sat in the chairs for teachers which are behind the graduates. The ceremony was okay.
Afterwards, I congratulated several of my students and headed to the administration conference room for the food they left for the teachers. A few of us stayed out there for awhile to let the traffic die down. On my way back to the car, I thought I'd see if the gate was locked on the far side of my car; if not, I could cross the soccer field. It was open! I walked across and . . . they'd locked the side that was open when I came in!!!!!!!!!! GR! I decided that rather than walk around and take an extra 15-20 minutes, I would climb the chain link fence. Yup, in my new white sundress with blue green flowers, I climbed the fence.
So I drove out to Dayton. I realized that I'd forgotten my cell phone at home, so I couldn't call my parents (who were on their way to Sacramento to see Phantom of the Opera) to see if they had a spare key somewhere (and after the event on my birthday, Lord knows they should). I figured I'd just open the gate to the backyard, walk to the garage and enter the house from the entrance in the garage. Nice plan, right?
Had it worked. Oh, if only it had! No, the door to the garage was locked, as was the rest of their house. I figured my one shot was the doggie door. I reached in (after I removed the board to block the doggie door), and while I could touch the door handle, I could not turn or unlock it. Fortunately for me, I was actually able to fit inside the doggie door. Unfortunately for my dress and white elbow length shrug, it was muddy. So my first load was the dress and sweater.
I had a rehearsal at three. It was about 1:30ish when I got to Dayton. I washed the dress and sweater. Then I ran them quickly through the dryer on a quick air-dry cycle. Still damp. I ran them through a quick heated cycle. I had to do this until they were "dry enough" to wear. I left the house about 2:50. I zoomed up to Gold Hill and regaled them with my late excuse (which they loved). Then we rehearsed.
The rest of the day was event-free. And when I went home, I found my house keys . . . in my bathroom. I really don't know what to do with myself at times.
The title comes from a song with the same title. It's from a "B" movie musical from the 1940s called A Date With Judy. It's fun. It has Jane Powell and Elizabeth Taylor as teenagers.
