Locked Out

I'm slowly on the mend! Yesterday I was afebrile which is wonderful since my soccer team's banquet was scheduled for that evening and I'd hate to go and infect everyone or miss it all together.
The weather here has been gorgeous-- dare I say HOT. So after three days of hiding out inside, I really was itching to get some Vitamin D. I needed to write cards for each girl on the team before the banquet, so I decided to do it in our quaint little backyard. It was the first time it felt like summer. Almost too hot, but I am NOT complaining. I sat outside for two hours soaking up the sun and getting re-energized. While sun is awesome, too much of it makes me feel gross, so I decided to go inside. I gathered my stuff and walked to the back door only to find it was locked. This was bad news. My roommate had left maybe 30 minutes earlier to go on a run saying "you'll be here, right? I don't need to take my keys then." I reluctantly went to ring the doorbell of my landlord, trying to think of how to seem less pathetic and annoying for interrupting his day. However, this was not necessary because he wasn't home. Shoot. I went to call him, just to realize that I didn't have his phone number! Who doesn't have their landlord's phone number?! So I texted my roommate and she replied with his phone number. This would have been a relief, but he didn't pick up. I was so hot! I was so thirsty! I was recovering from being sick! I couldn't take this stress! (I may have been getting dramatic, too). So, I decided I didn't care about being obnoxious and called again. It's amazing what 15 minutes can do, as he picked up this time. Relief? NO. He was in a suburb and couldn't be back for at least 45 minutes. Better than ... never, but still not the immediate relief I was hoping for. As I hung up I instinctively said "Don't hurry, it's a gorgeous day to be locked out..." and thinking at the exact same time What are you saying?!?! HURRY HURRY! I get like that and it irritates me. By this time, my roommate had returned and we spent the next 15 minutes or so trying to break into our apartment (climbing on garbage cans, reaching in the window to try and unlatch the safety lock..), which I am now glad to report is very secure. At the time I was annoyed. We gave up and sat. It was nice to have some company, I suppose, but I was BAKING. I could feel my skin frying and I was soo thirsty and getting cranky. Also, it was now 3:00 and I needed to leave by 5:00 for the banquet. I still needed to shower and straighten my crazy hair as it had been very neglected for several days.
Landlord eventually came back and graciously let us back into our apartment where we scurried around to get on with our lives. I got to the banquet on time and looking half way decent, but on FIRE.
Lesson learned: take your keys everywhere, even the back yard.