Nothing is Impossible Except, Like, Finding your Car
On Sunday night I went to see a musical called Hip-hopera. It retells the bible stories of Cain, Abel and Job amidst the setting of a big hip hop recording label. It was a little odd, but very clever and unique.
My favorite character was the role of the young intern whose uncle is the owner of the whole company. She's young, superficial, and very LA (her dialogue was even peppered with the word "like" throughout the show). There was one particularly funny scene where the intern is trying to encourage Job not to give up. The words are hopeful and the music swells in typical theatrical fashion while the lyrics include things such as: "Nothing is impossible except, like, flying" and, "Never say never unless you're really old." She's sort of like a Mary Poppins from the Valley.
After the show, the general and I were eager to head home. We said good-bye to the others and started the trek back up through Hollywood and Highland. On the way there we realized we forgot our parking ticket in the car. We didn't know how much non-validated parking was--and apparently no one else there does either. Based on some assumptions and our knowledge of all things LA, we figured it probably wouldn't be more than $12. So after briefly weighing the benefits of a $2 validation versus the cost of spending more time walking around (go to the car, grab the ticket, walk back to a shop to get validated) we decided to suffer the $10 loss and take the lazier route. Only problem is, we couldn't find the car.
Seriously. We walked around and around. We stood there looking dumbfounded. In several places. We finally got the balls to ask some people where the entrance to the parking structure was. Various people pointed and gestured towards directions that seemed right but always ended up being unhelpful. We went up stairs and down elevators. We knew we were close by! We even knew the level our car was on and the actual spot number we were in but we COULD NOT FIND THE ENTRANCE. It was like something out of a sitcom.
We never actually found the entrance into the parking structure. We ended up walking out to Highland and walking in through the street entrance. That means, walking down the side of that narrow spiral parking-structure driveway. It was really really funny. But the whole adventure made us so happy to find our car that we didn't even care about the unvalidated parking fee.
After reflecting on all these events, I think it would have been more appropriate if the Valley girl intern sang, "Nothing is impossible except, like, finding your car."
My favorite character was the role of the young intern whose uncle is the owner of the whole company. She's young, superficial, and very LA (her dialogue was even peppered with the word "like" throughout the show). There was one particularly funny scene where the intern is trying to encourage Job not to give up. The words are hopeful and the music swells in typical theatrical fashion while the lyrics include things such as: "Nothing is impossible except, like, flying" and, "Never say never unless you're really old." She's sort of like a Mary Poppins from the Valley.
After the show, the general and I were eager to head home. We said good-bye to the others and started the trek back up through Hollywood and Highland. On the way there we realized we forgot our parking ticket in the car. We didn't know how much non-validated parking was--and apparently no one else there does either. Based on some assumptions and our knowledge of all things LA, we figured it probably wouldn't be more than $12. So after briefly weighing the benefits of a $2 validation versus the cost of spending more time walking around (go to the car, grab the ticket, walk back to a shop to get validated) we decided to suffer the $10 loss and take the lazier route. Only problem is, we couldn't find the car.
Seriously. We walked around and around. We stood there looking dumbfounded. In several places. We finally got the balls to ask some people where the entrance to the parking structure was. Various people pointed and gestured towards directions that seemed right but always ended up being unhelpful. We went up stairs and down elevators. We knew we were close by! We even knew the level our car was on and the actual spot number we were in but we COULD NOT FIND THE ENTRANCE. It was like something out of a sitcom.
We never actually found the entrance into the parking structure. We ended up walking out to Highland and walking in through the street entrance. That means, walking down the side of that narrow spiral parking-structure driveway. It was really really funny. But the whole adventure made us so happy to find our car that we didn't even care about the unvalidated parking fee.
After reflecting on all these events, I think it would have been more appropriate if the Valley girl intern sang, "Nothing is impossible except, like, finding your car."
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