I have a story... our car, it seems, is a good luck charm!
My DH and I went to San Diego for the weekend. The place was swarming with people and every parking lot was full or like $45/day to park. We were driving around for about 40 minutes looking for an affordable spot, and just when we were ready to give up, this guy pulls out from a no-meter curbside spot right in front of us. We were like, 'woah, can we be this lucky?' Apparently YES!
So then, we enjoy our day on Mission Bay, sailing and lounging about. And that evening, we go to SeaWorld to watch the fireworks. The parking lot is so full that we have to park in the employee lot and walk a mile to the SeaWorld entrance.
We wander through the park, and I even get to pet a dolphin on the head... but as the time for the fireworks approaches, we're feeling pooped and frustrated by the crowds and lack of seating. 'I wonder if we can see the fireworks from the car?' I joked. My DH said we should find out (I think we both were willing to sacrifice the fireworks to get a comfy seat!).
So we walked the mile back to the car, climbed inside, and as if they were arranged just for us, the fireworks started, framed in our front windshield! It was amazing! We even analyzed the fireworks - some looked like little sperm and big round ones looked like eggs! Everytime a sky-swimmer seemed to penetrate the firework-egg we applauded and said 'Yay!' (I'll take any good omen I can get!)
I know getting good parking isn't like winning the lottery, but all things being relative, we really felt lucky. It had been a long time since I felt that way. And since our car is apparently blessed, we may have to find a secluded place to park next week to do a baby dance!
Laura
[This message has been edited by laura1 (edited 07-06-2003).]
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