Moral of the story: St. Paul impound lots at 2 a.m. are not a good idea if can be avoided.
Reasoning: After a long night of acoustic shows, uno, alcohol, Jesus tape wars, jimmy johns, and general debauchery people were beginning to depart from the night's location. I had just got settled on the couch and started drifting off when Kar's cell rang. It was her boyfriend who had left about 15 minutes earlier...
convo:
Kar: Hello?
Cory: Hey, where did I park?
Kar: What? In the back parking lot somewhere.
Cory: Yeah, but my car's not here.
Kar: What do you mean your car's not there?
Cory: I mean there's a red car parked where my car was.
Kar: Did you have your parking pass up?
Cory: Yeah. Oh shit. I think I forgot to put it up.
Kar: So you got towed?
Cory: F my life.
So the 3 of us get in my car and head to the impound lot situated in the most gloriously shady area of town. And not shady as in plenty of foliage shady. We get there and the perfects are out in full force; I'm talking drunks, profanity, and threats all nicely confined in a 4 x 4 ft area. Good times, good times. At least I wasn't the one that had to shell out a couple hundred bones for forgetting to put up my parking pass. Ouch.
So after getting back and getting 2 hours of sleep I headed back out on the road at 6 in order to get to work. Still a good night. Back to the cities tomorrow after work for Asher Roth at fineline. I'm skeptical, but I'll be open minded and take it for what it is. Wednesday night can't come soon enough.
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