No Keys

Update from the beach house: We went to go use the sweet hot tub and ended up on a 2 hour adventure trying to break into my own house. I think I left out before that my parents own the house. We bought the house here on the beach about ten years ago. Anyway, we went out to the hot tub with Bailey and... we got locked out... no phones... no keys, obviously... so we had to go find the neighbors.

First, we checked every door and window. Then I tried numerous small, narrow objects to jimmy the door. Normally a credit card does the trick, but, having nothing, I tried a bucket handle, three shells, a pen, and a plastic knife... all things I found around the house on the ground. Then we decided to try the neighbors... remember, my friend and I are in our bathing suits. That's it. So we ran to the first house we saw with lights on. This is primarily a vacation community, so there aren't a lot of people here. We ran up the steps and knocked on the door, and the guy who answered the door couldn't look less happy. He just looks THRILLED to see us. We explained the situation and asked if we could use his phone. He rolled his eyes, let us in, and pointed to the phone. The phone didn't work, so he silently handed us his cell phone. We called my dad, who is still five hours north of here. Him and my mother are coming tomorrow, but he advised us to find the lockbox with the key: the house we own is for sale, and we have realtors coming in and out, so we have one of those key boxes. We left creepy dudes house, ran back to ours, and found the key box and pressed the code in: zip. Nada. Nothing. No lights, no sounds, no nothing. The battery was dead. Not good. We ran around for another twenty minutes or so, trying to figure out how to get in, to no avail. We decided to try neighbor number two, since neighbor one sucked. We ring the doorbell, and an older man answers the door. We explain the situation and he invites us in. Upstairs, there are seven people enjoying a dinner of paella and wine... we are immediately offered a glass of wine. These people were awesome: they called the rental company, helped us get through to the emergency help line, found us flashlights, and came and sat with us and the dog to wait. They even tried to set us up with the younger guy, the one couple's son, who was around our age, a little older.

Needless to say, we got inside... though my friend did try to jump the repair man's bones. He was kinda hot.

That's enough excitement for one night.