We went out into the Cascades and hid in a cabin for the weekend and it was really great. Really REALLY awesome and needed. However, in addition to all the goodness, the following anecdote also took place.

Late Saturday night we thought we’d hop in the hot tub before going to bed, but after getting in we realized the water wasn’t quite warm enough, and actually seemed to be getting colder, so we decided to go back inside. The fact that it was raining and seemed to be getting worse helped, too. Thus it was with visions of hot cocoa and a warm fireplace that we discovered we had locked ourselves out.

So there we were: wet, cold, in the rain at midnight in fucking Goldbar, and we had 2 robes, 2 towels, an umbrella, a locked car and a locked house. There was a neighbor down a ways on one side, but slogging through the mud while half-naked to wake up a potentially angry stranger in the middle of the night seemed like a good course to remain in the Last Resort category. Therefore we went around to the sliding back door and there was a nice heavy dowell placed so it wouldn’t open more than 1/4″ at the bottom and 2″ at the top. We went around to the kitchen window–another dowell (in addition to that squeeze-type of window lock). Both bedroom windows? DOWELLED. All the other windows were not of the openning variety, and we were beginning to consider which would be the cheapest to break. Fortunately, the dowell in the main bedroom window was placed at an angle rather than laying flat in the groove of the frame, so I went back to that one to mess around with it. To our delight the sliding panel itself popped right off and Ian boosted me up and in, I plopped onto the bed with muddy feet, and unlocked the damned front door.

HURRAY! We did it! We did it together!

It might disappoint Mr. Dane Cook to know that neither of us was willing to play the “Oooh, I don’t know, maaaaaaaan!” role in the B & E scenario. We both adopted the “LET’S FUCKING DO THIS” character and found it to be much more useful. Of course, we’ve both broken into our own homes and various relatives’ homes, but forcing entry into somebody else’s house, even if you’re renting it, is waaaaay scarier.

AND BADASS!

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