Last Sunday my brother's band, Savage Machiine played a show at Blake's on Telegraph in Berkeley. I circle the block to find a parking, which of course ain't happening. So I decide to park in the parking garage on Durant and Telegraph. Do I bother checking the hours? Noooooooooooooo, because I park there during the weekends while checking out other shows that get out late, and it's always open. But of course, this is SUNDAY, and EVERYTHING closes early. Silly me.
Doors open at 7:30. Brother's band goes on at 8:30. Figured we'd leave after their set and grab something to eat. Only the show is over, and I can't find my 17 year-old nephew. WTF?!?! Next band coming on is BlitzKid (word is their drummer used to be in the Misfits). Figured my nephew wanted to check them out. Blake's is NOT a huge place where you can lose someone, but I cannot seem to find this damn kid!!!
Fast forward to 10:30. Show is over. We head out to the parking garage. LOCKED. LOCKED. LOCKED!!! Damnit! Ok, quick, think, think, think! YES! Get a ride from my brother or some of the guys that came to see them... WRONG. Everyone has room for only ONE extra person and there are 5 of us. Clock is ticking. GRAB A CAB! No! Shit! Cabfare all the way back to Antioch is like a MILLION bucks!!! ARG!!! Ok, ok. Um... BART. They still run late right? Wait! Shit! What time is it?!? 11:00?!?! DAMNIT!!!
Yeah, that was our night. In the rain. On Telegraph. We were SO lucky that we just BY CHANCE hopped on the last BART train back to Bay Point. Next morning I had to do the same routine, grab BART back to Berkeley. Walk 7 blocks to the parking garage. Bail my car out.
That one night was a costly little mistake for my penny pinching ass! About $100!! Needless to say, my cell phone didn't get paid this month, and now I can only receive calls and texts, but have no way of calling or texting out.
Bleh.
i've been there, shockingly enough.
ReplyDeleteand then there was the time that i had no money, no credit cards, no gas, and an entire state to drive through before i could consider myself close to home.
a man named Fran who worked a toll gave me $20 so that i would survive.
somehow, you always get through.
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ReplyDeleteSerendipity, that's the stuff.
ReplyDeleteReading this post makes me laugh, even though it was NOT funny at the time. I still can't believe I never got back to any of your comments. I'm not a complete stuck up person, I think I forgot to edit BlogSpot so it would notify me when you leave comments.
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I haven't been back to Blake's for a night out. I DID, however, recently go to an Art Show in Oakland (borderline of Emeryville & Berkeley). We made sure to park in the street. HAHAHA!