Q And Not U...with a Pinch of Pepper

Back in the Fall of 2005 I had the opporunity to see Q And Not U play their final show at the Black Cat.  Below is a blog I originally posted on MySpace about the events that occured that night.  It's pretty funny, so read on and have a laugh on me.
        ok, so after work, I left to see Q And Not U at the Black Cat.  It was kind of last minute, but you know how we do!!!  Anyway, I figured I didn't have anything else planned so why the hell not??  My "fiance" and "bridesmaid" (ie. Bernie and Corinne) got me on the list for the show and I was set to go.  I got upstairs with a few mintues to spare so, I stopped off at the bar where I was greeted with a Shirley Temple and several starbursts(thanks Arnold!!!).  Needless to say I was in a fatty's heaven:)  
      After the show, I got my french fries, salsa and sour cream(yum), and left for home.  I parked my car up past Saint Ex in probably the only well lit alley there is in DC.  I then got out my pepper spray( because I'm an idiot) and walked down the ever so dark and lonely T St to my car...(I worked in the district for two freakin years and my mother buys me pepper spray now?!?!) yea,..so I have my spray out...I unlocked it, or so I thought, and turned the corner towards my car.  I get to my car unlock the doors and get in.  I then lock my pepper spray and set my "to go" container on the passenger seat. 
     Yea,...so it turns out my 'spray can keychain' wasn't locked!  It's kind of like the light that goes off in your car when you open the door.  There are three settings: always on, on when the door opens, and off.  Yea, when I thought I unlocked it, it was in the middle, so when I thought I was locking it, ...I was opening it.  FREAKIN GENIUS!!!! Anyway, while trying to start my car, I accidentally hit the button setting off a cloud of pepper in my direction.  To make matters worse, I have this complusive habit where I have to lock the doors when I first get into someone's car (those of you that have known me for awhile KNOW what I'm talking about).  So I can't see, I CAN'T breathe, and anyone who's ever driven with me knows that my door locks are located in what would be more of an ideal spot for the window controls...so in a state of panic, I can't find the switch to unlock my doors.  I'm pretty much frantically moving about my car trying to find air.  I've dropped my keys, so I can't turn on the car and get the AC going. 
        I figure I'm screwed at this point!!!  After what seems like a freakin lifetime, I find the locks for the doors and run out.  Once I catch my breath, I realize that I slammed my door shut on my violent way out....therefore leaving the smell to filter throughout my vehicle.  Oh yayy!! I open the door only to be struck by the same cloud of pepper once again.  After airing out the car, I called my dear friend, Brian, in the hopes that someone would laugh along with me...unfortunately he was laughing so hard it was rather difficult for me to hear myself, let alone, laugh along with him... ja*#k a**!!!!  Once the smell died down, I had to wipe down the inside of my car door, for it was completely covered in the stuff.  I then threw out the dirty napkins and settled in for my midnight treat.  Yes, I ate my Black Cat fries in the middle of all this...a chubby girl always finds time for some good eatin;) 
        After I finished my fries, I decided that it was time to go home.  I turned on the car and headed out on to U St.  On my way home, I think it was on Rt 66, I realized exactly how tired I was.  I turned up the radio and AC in the hopes that they would help me to keep my eyes open.  I then rubed my eyes, only to remember that I had wiped the mess off my door just moments before.  The burning sensation was outragous....my eyes teared up and, well, while I have obviously made it home alive, ...I think this just goes to prove...I am by NO MEANS the sharpest tool on the shelf, but then again, most of you reading this probably already knew that:)
      Hope you enjoyed my nonsense;) ohh, BTW, Q And Not U was amazing...aside from the pepper thang, I had a great night!!
      You know, DC's a great city to catch a show in and an even better place to make an ass of yourself.  Let me know if you've got a simliar story.  Better yet, call me during my show, ..The PunkPowerHour, on every Sunday from 11 - noon.  The number is 703.993.WGMU, 3-WGMU on the Fairfax campus and reassure me that I'm not the only these sort of things happen to.
 
~DjKCLASS