All aboard the bitch train!

My birthday was fun, though it did have its share of frustrations which I, unfortunately, dealt with like (less of) a champ.
To begin with: I had to work on my birthday.  When I become the President of Canada, no one will have to work on their birthdays.
Anyways, so there was that.  Then traffic was shit trying to get downtown to the Kingston where I was meeting Michael and some friends for dinner.  Add to this, my regular parkade has been torn down (surprise!) so that condos can be erected in its honor.  I mean yes, definitely a better use of space but shit: I am not super familiar with the downtown core and I don't like driving downtown in rush hour on a Friday night in the dark.
I found a parking lot, pulled in, the woman said if I wait until after 6pm it'll be $4 for 24 hours and I was like "yeah: killer deal".  Plugged the meter, made it to the Kingston and had a great dinner with everyone.
After dinner we headed over to the Cellar to see my cousin's band - The Lonely Cave Kings - play.  I had bought tickets for Michael and myself online the prior week and the email confirmation said they were "will call" and that I would have to show the credit card that I used to pay for them at the door to get the tickets.  No worries.
Get there and I'm "not on the list".  I don't do well with line ups or stupidity so I kindly asked the bouncer to check "the list" again.  And lo, I was still not on it.  I explained that I had bought tickets the week before and that I was supposed to show someone my credit card to get the tickets and I was informed that if I were on the list, he would know about it.
Michael offered to pay for tickets at the door.  I said no: that wasn't the point.  I'm a right indignant so and so when I want to be (often) and so we walked all the way back to the car to get the confirmation email out of my backpack and marched all the way back and the bouncer I had dealt with earlier wasn't there, now it was a new guy.  And oh my god!  All of a sudden I was on the list.
Ya think?
Like, perhaps if a somewhat intelligent woman with really sexy librarian glasses is being somewhat insistent that she did in fact purchase tickets online, you might just want to double check your "list".  The possibility exists that you could, conceivably, be wrong.
Caught my cousin's band and they were good: I would certainly head downtown to see them play again.  His brother was also there so we had a mini family reunion and exchanged pleasantries before the main act (in my opinion not as good as The Lonely Cave Kings) got on stage and made us confront the fact that we were all just too damn old and ornery to be there.
Po and A and L split to head back to White Rock and so R and Michael and I grabbed a beer at the Lennox Pub where I proceeded to grab the last available table by throwing my jacket on one of the chairs before heading downstairs to tell them to come up and join me, whereupon we sat down and I was like "whose jacket is this?".  Seriously.  The waitress took it and put it in the lost and found.
Yes.  I am that awesome.
Like the time I was in O'Hare and there was a grey Swiss Army suitcase going round and round and I went to file a missing suitcase report and I pointed at the grey suitcase and said "it looks like that, but it's red".  Well, interesting fact: that was my fucking suitcase going round and round because I have a grey Swiss Army suitcase.
Isn't this how Alzheimer's starts?  My magic 8 ball says "count on it".
So then we all walked back to the parkade as Michael had been drinking pop all night so he could drive us safely home and... we couldn't get in.
See, it appears that there are parking lots that you can park in downtown that close at 11pm.  If you don't get your car by then, it doesn't open again until 6am.
I did not know this.
And there were no cabs.
And we had just missed the seabus (which runs once every half an hour) by like four minutes.
This made for an unhappy Duder, which made for an unhappy Michael and R.  Boo, sad Duder: boo.
In the morning Michael got up and took the bus downtown to rescue my car from the parking lot, which was very nice of him to do.
He made lots of comments about riding the bitch train all day.  "Woo woo!  All aboard the bitch train!".
Hilarious.
He also sent me a picture of the entrance to the parkade when he went to pick up my car on Saturday morning.
Ah well.  Now I know.
Rest of the weekend was good: bought some rad shoes; my mom and Jay and A came out for dinner last night; visited with L tonight to pick out my jacket and it's gonna be awesome.
Perfect for those nights when you have to wander aimlessly around downtown in the (unrealistic)  hopes of snagging a cab on a Friday during the holidays...