The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Dude, where’s my car?

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Yeah, so, last night I ventured into Noe Valley to at long last meet my Twitter buddy Catherine in person.

Not surprisingly, I was running late as I hunted for parking. I finally found a spot and rushed to the restaurant. We had a nice time at Fresca grazing through the happy hour menu. We have a ton in common, including matching journalism degrees from Chico State.

After dinner, we walked to my car. Well, at least to where I thought my car was parked … except it wasn’t there.

“Oh, it must be on the next block,” I said.

Even though she lived like a block away, Catherine offered to stick by me until we found my car; an offer she would soon regret.

We walked around for more than an hour looking for my car. That’s right! An hour! I spend almost no time in Noe Valley, so I was really unfamiliar with the neighborhood, and everything looked the same to me.

I clearly had no idea where I parked, but I was sure that I was on “this side” of 24 Street. So we walked and walked. Finally, at 10 p.m., I called David, who was with his friend Matt, and they came to our rescue. Matt drove us around until we found my car … on the other side of 24 Street, where I had been insisting for more than an hour my car absolutely wasn’t!

I made a map for you, so you could get a good visual of what a dope I am.

I was, and still am, completely embarrassed.

Big thanks to Catherine for being a really good sport and walking around with a clueless pregnant lady all night. And big thanks to Matt, not only for driving us around until we found my car, but for saying, “But you look beautiful and that’s all that matters,” when I said, “I feel so stupid, and I’m so embarrassed.”

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Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/mocker/goober/mother in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, podcast, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

7 thoughts on “Dude, where’s my car?

  1. Hope you don’t do that with the baby! Bwahaha.
    Nah, but yeah. I think pregnancy also poisons your brain. I left my credit card at a gas station for the first time in my life last week, and lost the utility bill. This better be worth it.

  2. LOL!! Oh, Sonia. Just wait until the baby boy arrives and one morning you find the carton of milk in the cabinet instead of the fridge. It happens to the best of us. The good news is: such behavior keeps everyone around you alert and on their toes to make up for this small, very small imperfection. Lighten up and laugh it off. I’m sure your friend has. Hugs.

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