Tow Away

I lost my voice the night before an audition. I was exhausted. I thought, I should just sleep until the matinee.
Kudos to me, I was brave and went to the audition and sang the best I could, regardless.
Still a somber feeling when you don't get called back.
So, I went to one of my favorite places in the world and prayed and contemplated life and boosted myself up and made some new goals about slowing down and making my life a little bit simpler.
Cue: Craziness and ensuing stress
I strolled out of the temple to find that, wow, I was in there longer than I thought. About two hours longer. I'm supposed to be at the theatre in 15 minutes!

So I raced to my apartment, parked right in front of the stairs (red curb), ran up the stairs, brushed my teeth, grabbed my makeup and shoes, ran back down the stairs and---

Wait, where's my car???

Turns out, they towed it away.
After acting like a CRAZY-LADY on the phone, I found my car.
And then I found myself riding alongside a nice towing-man, who had a mole the size of a peanut m&m on his chin, in his nice towing truck, which had my beautiful blue care tied up in the back. As he boasted about how fast he could load a car (I was seriously gone for 5 minutes), we drove to a local bank so I could pull a $163 cash ranson out of my account in exchange for the vehicle.
*sigh* So much for saving all that birthday money for a trip.

I made it to the show in the nick of time and performed my little heart out. Life goes on.

ps. the ultimate crappy part of this day: I looked down at my hand during act IV of the evening performance and noticed my very naked hand--the power ring my mom gave me on my 16th birthday, that I have worn every day since, was not there. It's gone. Gone.gone.
I'm sure I can find it online. I hope!