What a night.

Let us begin with dodgeball. Tonight was the first night of the season. It was fun. I can't wait to play next week. The team did well, 5-2 for the night. The ref was decent, there is a lot of action going on so I could not expect him to make all the calls. Because the ref couldn't make all the calls, I expected (as I think you would too) people to have honor. This was not the case however. People would get hit by a ball, the ref wouldn't see it and they would stay in the game. That, to me, was terrible. I've been brought up to play fair, these people obviously were not. It pissed me off to get out by a ball thrown by a player who was out. And there is no way to argue with a call, it is just to hectic. Anger, that is all I can say. But, as I have said before, this is a social league. That is something I can have a problem with, solely because of my intensity and drive to win.
So that was that. Then I got off the T and as I walked towards my house I saw someone I knew from Conn. Meghan is her name. We said hi and talked for a bit. (This is just filler) She and her roomate invited me to a bar. I showered and went. There were quite a few Conn people there who were almost all sailors. Not a group I ever hung out with at the old Alma Mater. So I went there, talked to some people. Others who knew me ignored me while I ignored them. Met some kid who was also from the Chicagoland area. What a tool. I couldn't believe what a prick this kid was. But I don't really care and I probably won't see him ever again. Also, he had a red sox hat on even though he is a cubs fan. To say the least, I was not happy about that. Finally, I decided it was time to head home.
I got back to my apartment went in and locked the door; two locks, one of which I don't have the key for (that is important). I needed to do some stuff that is too complicated to say and not important. I walked out another door, with my keys, and shut it behind me. I don't have the key for that door either. So I go upstairs, pull out my keys, look at the door, and think to myself, "Fuck, I locked that lock." 12:30AM and I am locked out of my apartment. There is no way I am going to call the land lord at this time of night. Luckily, I know a little something about a lot of things. One of those things is getting into a locked door, as long as the lock is a certain kind.
Side story: While on vacation with the family (not the mob) We were not given the right keys for a condo. This was in high school. I pulled out my school I.D. and went for it. I had never carded a door before but I had seen it. It took us all of a minute to get it done. We were in! The rest of the vacation I used my I.D. to get in even though they gave us new keys.
And back to the story. I pulled out a card of mine, and went for it. I was unable to get in. Damn it! I was screwed. It looked like I was sleeping in the hall tonight. But I couldn't give up, there was hope. I searched around and found some makeshift tools that I could attempt to use. I tried using these to no avail. A little success but not nearly what I needed. Then it dawned on me. I could use these "tools" in a diferent way and I think I can get it. So I did and it worked. I'm in! Thats is all.