deep in the ocean, there lies a wave for you

These are made from Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka and really good lemonade. They go down pretty easily and are so, so delicious.

So we drank this first round while sitting on Cella’s front stoop. She lives on the second floor of this house that also has a first floor apartment, and while we were out there, the man from the first floor left and said he was going to a bar. Everyone out on the street yesterday was so happy and smiley. A small child’s dad told us, “My son wanted me to tell you three that he thinks you look pretty.”

Twenty minutes later, we wanted to go inside to cook dinner, and we realized her housemate had locked the door behind him. Immediately, Cella thought, let’s try the back door, maybe I didn’t lock it. So we went around back, where she scaled a giant fence that’s about two cars high, and obviously, that door was locked too. Jessica and I were standing in the alley with broken glass surrounding us; I didn’t have shoes. Neither did Cella. I had my purse, so I was the only one with money and an ID. We thought for about five seconds, OK, Cella’s roommate is out of town. And one of us is going to have to go to this weird bar where her housemate is and get the key. It will probably have to be Jessica, because she’s the only one with shoes, and this is going to be so weird and awkward.

Before we could even talk about the next step, a woman yelled from the passenger seat of this white van that had been trying to turn around in the alley. “Hey, do you guys need a locksmith?” Jessica and I looked at each other and laughed, because this scene must’ve looked pretty ridiculous, and yes, we needed a locksmith REALLY badly. “Why, are you one?” we said back to her. “Uh, yeah.” So her husband got out of the car and opened the back door for us. When we tried to pay him, he said, no, I don’t want any money, just make sure to tell your friends that when they need a locksmith to call me. We each gave them both a giant hug, and then we each cried. We couldn’t believe it! It was the most wonderful, humanity-affirming thing. So that’s Steve Nejelski, mobile lock service, 202-232-6806, residential, commercial, lock-outs.