So, I was pretty darn excited about going to Felt Club even though it meant driving about 32 miles to get to Hollywood. Tara and I go to get sandwiches from a sandwich shop and then we hop into my car. One hour and forty minutes later after battling traffic and circling around the block searching for parking, we arrive. I hop out of the car and then I hear Tara say, "Where's my purse?"
It turns out Tara left her purse at the sandwich shop. After some frantic calls to try and get the sandwich shop's number, she finally gets a hold of someone who says, "Yep, we have your purse."
So, we hop back into my car and 32 miles later arrive back to where we began. Luckily, nothing was missing from her purse. She hugged it close to her chest.
That is how I went to Felt Club and yet didn't go to Felt Club. So close, yet so far.