It's gone 1.30 am but I just need to rant about driving in LA quickly. OK, so I crashed my car twice, ha ha, but seriously, I am SO pissed off with this driving malarkey.
I pulled up to my street about 12.15am, soo tired, having 5 fricking meetings today followed by a screening in Hollywood and then drinks by a pool (yes, I can and will moan about anything), and I can't park in my usual spot(s) because of 'street cleaning' on Thursdays between 9am-11am. So I drive around a few neighbouring streets to find a spot. Nothing.
More streets.
Nothing.
Finally circled round to a space between a car and a Jeep. OK. Parallel parking. No problem. Except it's dark and I'm so fucking tired. No, before you smart asses crack any jokes, I didn't hit anything. Except the curb a million times but who gives a fuck. I reversed and got myself jammed in the same angle five times, in, out, in out, in out, turning the wheel at the same angle every time because I'm stuck, driving it out and back in but still overshooting. Finally I thought I should give up and cruise around the block some more to see if any spaces had miraculously cleared up around this time of night. But no. I started so I'll finish. So I tried again. And it worked like a dime. I was sooo happy with myself. (Why is parallel parking so satisfying when you do it? It's like, such an accolade).
So I get out, and I look around just to check all is OK with my spot. Except I don't seem to have any lines in my spot, and everyone else does. Hmmm. Why don't I have lines. Because I've parked in the entrance to someone else's drive.
FUCK THIS SHIT!!
I was SOOOOOOOOO pissed off. Like when you're so tired and you just feel so dejected you can't even be bothered to get angry. I'd actually just wasted about 20 minutes doing an Austin Powers into a spot where I wasn't allowed to fucking park in the first place. Oh my god was I pissed. So I get back in the car, and drive around some streets, and finally find a spot where street cleaning was today. Hallefuckinglujah. But of course, in LA, you have to park facing the direction of the traffic, otherwise you get a ticket. So I turn, park up. Exit. Did I park in the lines? No. Re-enter, re-park, exit. Check signs. Double check signs (there are literally three signs for every spot, 'you can park here, but you can't park here, but if you do park here, you may not be able to park here...' Seriously, it's like a fucking picture book and it takes you the best part of 5 minutes to figure out if you can fucking park there or not, by which point you've lost the will to live if you have to do this more than twice a day.
So I walk home. And in my cruising, have failed to realise how far I am away from my front door. And I'm going up a fricking hill. Great. I am so fed up of driving, I will never complain about having to get public transport with smelly people again.
You spend your life in a car in LA. You're either driving, parking, looking for a place to park, or something driving related. Or paying a parking fine. Which I haven't done yet, touch wood. But I have crashed my car twice. In case anyone didn't know that. But even that was cheaper than a ticket.
Bed now. I fucking deserve it.
I pulled up to my street about 12.15am, soo tired, having 5 fricking meetings today followed by a screening in Hollywood and then drinks by a pool (yes, I can and will moan about anything), and I can't park in my usual spot(s) because of 'street cleaning' on Thursdays between 9am-11am. So I drive around a few neighbouring streets to find a spot. Nothing.
More streets.
Nothing.
Finally circled round to a space between a car and a Jeep. OK. Parallel parking. No problem. Except it's dark and I'm so fucking tired. No, before you smart asses crack any jokes, I didn't hit anything. Except the curb a million times but who gives a fuck. I reversed and got myself jammed in the same angle five times, in, out, in out, in out, turning the wheel at the same angle every time because I'm stuck, driving it out and back in but still overshooting. Finally I thought I should give up and cruise around the block some more to see if any spaces had miraculously cleared up around this time of night. But no. I started so I'll finish. So I tried again. And it worked like a dime. I was sooo happy with myself. (Why is parallel parking so satisfying when you do it? It's like, such an accolade).
So I get out, and I look around just to check all is OK with my spot. Except I don't seem to have any lines in my spot, and everyone else does. Hmmm. Why don't I have lines. Because I've parked in the entrance to someone else's drive.
FUCK THIS SHIT!!
I was SOOOOOOOOO pissed off. Like when you're so tired and you just feel so dejected you can't even be bothered to get angry. I'd actually just wasted about 20 minutes doing an Austin Powers into a spot where I wasn't allowed to fucking park in the first place. Oh my god was I pissed. So I get back in the car, and drive around some streets, and finally find a spot where street cleaning was today. Hallefuckinglujah. But of course, in LA, you have to park facing the direction of the traffic, otherwise you get a ticket. So I turn, park up. Exit. Did I park in the lines? No. Re-enter, re-park, exit. Check signs. Double check signs (there are literally three signs for every spot, 'you can park here, but you can't park here, but if you do park here, you may not be able to park here...' Seriously, it's like a fucking picture book and it takes you the best part of 5 minutes to figure out if you can fucking park there or not, by which point you've lost the will to live if you have to do this more than twice a day.
So I walk home. And in my cruising, have failed to realise how far I am away from my front door. And I'm going up a fricking hill. Great. I am so fed up of driving, I will never complain about having to get public transport with smelly people again.
You spend your life in a car in LA. You're either driving, parking, looking for a place to park, or something driving related. Or paying a parking fine. Which I haven't done yet, touch wood. But I have crashed my car twice. In case anyone didn't know that. But even that was cheaper than a ticket.
Bed now. I fucking deserve it.