Words are kind of lacking to describe how poorly last night turned out. To start with the minor annoyances, there's the fact that at some point I really need to learn my way around DC. I get so turned around so easily. Luckily I know just enough that I'm never lost for long, but damn, I'd just like to stop getting lost. It's certainly a waste of time and gas. The second little thorn in my side last night was a reminder that people don't generally deserve second chances. I tend to like to believe the best about anyone, and give them multiple chances, but it usually ends up the same. A guy I'd been on two dates with and never heard from again IM-ed me this week, and I agreed to meet up last night. That was naturally the last I heard from him. So this brings the toll to lost and stood up. Now let's get to the meat of the matter.

When German Frank and I finally did get to Baltimore and found the run down little club with all of the 16 year old pseudo-punk white kids lined up outside, we were informed that parking would be free because there was a power outage on the whole block and they weren't sure if the concert was actually going to take place. Being perfectly ok with that, we took our place in line and spent a rather pleasant hour discussing topics the kids around us were too young to sympathize with and marveling at the fireflies. Around 9:00 it was finally announced that the show had been rescheduled, and we would not, in fact, be seeing the Aquabats that night. Not wanting to waste the evening, we decided to head back to DC and grab drinks. This is when it happened. Pulling out of the lot, I didn't see a pickup that was coming up the street, and I ran right into him. On the up side, the truck was being driven by a young kid who was apparently not supposed to be there and had no intention of reporting the accident. On the other hand, my bumper was cracked in half, my front right blinker is broken, and my front license plate currently resides in my back seat.

The toll is now up to getting lost, getting stood up, driving all the way to B-more for a show that didn't happen, and causing yet more damage to my vehicle, of the variety that needs to be fixed ASAP. I got lucky that the kid wasn't upset and no one was hurt. Also, Frank was supportive, and even bought me a much needed frosty on the way home. Of course, after I dropped him off in the scariness that is his neighborhood, I got lost again, but that will be included in the previous count. I should actually check out a map and see just how far out of the way I was. The rest of the week really has nowhere to go but up, right?