Wednesday night, Knitt was due to come over for Alias. For those of you who may have fallen behind, I recently watched the three previous seasons and the 4th just started on ABC.

So, it’s 8 PM Central on Wednesday night, and first off, lemme say that I could run with a tangent about how the networks are running shows now a bit off the hour schedules, like Alias actually started at something like 8:03 or whatever, and that pisses me off, but I sit down to watch the show, and still no Knitt, so I started the computer to tape it as well.

First commercial break comes and goes, still no Joe, and I’m watchin, and then the door buzzes, so I dash down the stairs to get him, and I’ll all, “What the hell are you doing? You’re late!” And he’s like, “I know!” and so we run back up the stairs, and goddammit all to hell, I locked myself out of the farking apartment.

First thing that crosses my mind: well we’re gonna miss the show. Not “how I am gonna get back in the apartment?” I was concerned first and foremost with Alias.

But anyway, after a trip back to Joe’s place and then to my building again, I knocked on the door of my neighbors John and Steph, since I figured they would have A) a phone, and B) the number of the emergency contact guy, which John reminded me was stenciled on the door. So I left the guy a message and then Knitt and I sat in their place for like nearly an hour waiting for someone to call back. John and Steph were watching the third season of the Sopranos. I drank a can of High Life Light.

So finally, it’s like 10 after 10 or so, and the scruffy lookin key guy shows up. Joe and I are standing there with him while he monkeys with the door, and he’s tryin all these keys, and stick-n-no-turn, and stick-n-crank, and no turn, and try another one, and then finally he says to me, after like 10 minutes of this “Uh, they gave me the wrong keys, I’m gonna have to wait for the guy to bring me the right set.”

Awesome.

So the guy goes back downstairs or whatever, now Joe and I are just sitting around next to my door waiting, and we noticed that Key Guy busted one off in the deadbolt of my door, so that was cool, and finally it’s about quarter to 11 and we get let back in. Fan. Tastic.

Well, good thing I was taping the show, and I asked Joe if he wanted to stay and watch it right away, we agreed we’d just watch the next night instead. Before I went to bed, though, I wanted to at least check out the recording I’d done, and I was quite pissed to see that I TAPED THE WRONG DAMNED CHANNEL.

I dunno what happened, cuz I flipped it on the ‘puter, but maybe I forgot to hit ‘enter’ after the number or something, but either way, instead of Alias, I had almost 3 hours of high school basketball.

All I wanted to do was watch Alias.

So thank god for the internet, because I was able to go online and download the episode, and by the time it was morning, I had it, and Joe and I successfully watched the show on Thursday night without commericals or anything. We had weinie wraps and beans for dinner. No harm no foul I guess, but after this fiasco, I am putting three people in addition to myself in possession of my keys.