First of all, I need to mention that I moved here with two of my girlfriends from home, W and C. We met in undergrad and have lived with or near each other throughout our four years at K College and then stuck close for the two years after college. As fate would have it, we all separately applied and were accepted to programs in DC. It has been such a blessing to have my girlfriends here with me. I don't think I could do this alone.
On Tuesday night, the three of us went to Foggy Bottom to have dinner with another of our girlfriends, J, who has been living here for the past two years. This was our first time out, seeing as I had just arrived Friday, and W had just arrived Monday. We had a great time catching up with each other and caught a late bus back to Glover Park, where we live. We arrived a little after midnight tand found that none of our keys worked on our door. We were in complete disbelief, so we got the attention of our concierge (we have a concierge...), whose key also did not work. We kicked, banged, pushed and pulled the door in vain until we convinced the concierge to let us try breaking into our apartment through the window.
We went around to the front and C climbed up on the iron fence to reach the window. She was able to get the screen up but couldn't get enough leverage to slide open the glass. W came from the lobby with a bar stool, which we tossed over the fence. W hopped the fence and slid the chair up against the wall, climbed up and got the window open, but couldn't get through the window on her own. The ground was unstable and the chair needed to be steadied, so I hopped the fence, but got hung up by my belt! I was dangling from the fence by my belt, until the sharp metal tore through the leather and dropped me!! The concierge shined a flashlight, and C braced the stool while I knelt on it and gave W a lift through the window! W made it in, problem was, the door didn't work from the inside, either! So now, she was locked in, and we were locked out! It was such a scene! I wish I had been watching it all unfold, how ridiculous! Also, we live across the street from the Russian embassy, who I swear is watching us all the time (and probably reading this blog, too). Hope they got it on video!
We ran back around and tried everything that came to mind. We tried credit cards, laminated maps, bobby pins, anything, but to no avail. We did make a little progress with the bobby pins - got the knob to turn at least, but the door still wouldn't open! Finally the concierge called the maintenance guy, who she only THEN informed us lived an hour away in Virginia! C had to work the next day, so she went to sleep on the floor outside the apartment. W wouldn't rest, and I had run out of ideas. The door was impenetrable, and we couldn't figure out how to get the knob off - there were no screws!! Then I remembered I had a
By the time this ordeal was done, it was close to 2am! Oy vey! We were so proud of ourselves. The concierge was impressed and couldn't believe our tenacity. What an experience. Welcome to DC, right?!
I resisted the urge to take pictures throughout the events of the evening, but I did go back the next day and take a pic of the windows and fence.
We're the second floor window, and that's the fence from which I was dangling.We're *lucky* that W left her window unlocked that day, although the next day I heard about the Georgetown Cuddler -- a guy who breaks into apartments of women while they're sleeping, mostly through windows, crawls into their beds and cuddles them... JUST cuddles, and then runs away when the women wake up. No joke! And this is happening in my neighborhood. Great. Keeping those windows locked, and praying the door knob works so that we never need to break in again!

