technology sucks

In particular, OLD technology sucketh hardcore. I am trying to figure out parking for Thursday evening. My sister was concerned about parking in Hollywood, so she was going to force her husband to drive with us, wait elsewhere while we watched a 2hr45min show, and then drive us back to Brea. I THINK NOT. I am no sissy who needs a man to protect me--or my sister--just because my sis is paranoid. (Plus, I do NOT want to ride three in the front of a pickup all the way there and back. No way, Jose!)

[Excerpt of telephone conversation about said trip]

Me: It's Hollywood--it's not the ghetto!
Sister: It's the same thing!
Me: Whatever...
Sister: You've only seen it during the day with tons of tourists or on the awards shows.
Brother-in-law (in the background of the phone call): They get rid of all the homeless people, the drug addicts, and the hookers for those things. They have to make it look clean!
Sister: Exactly. It's a totally different place at night.
Me: ...would it make you feel better if we bought pepper spray? *grin*
Sister: No.
Me: What if we can find a parking garage right there? Then would you be okay with it?
Sister: Okay...

So I get online after the phone call ends and begin my investigations. Turns out there are parking lots adjacent to the Pantages--independently run--and that I can even print a $1 off coupon to said lots. Hooray!

But herein lies the rub: I encounter OLD TECHNOLOGY. Of DOOM. Said technology, a remnant of the stone age, is my grandmother's printer. I swear this thing has little birds inside, chiseling out the pages on stone tablets--only they miraculously turn into paper when they come out. The point is that this printer is the bane of my existence. It is now finally printing off the page that I needed, but it forced me to wait through about 30 minutes of hemming and hawing before it decided that it could actually produce one page of print.

ARGH. It doth make me turn pirate-ish, matey!

Anyhow, I now have a coupon and am armed with information about a good parking lot. This means that we can ditch the brother-in-law in Brea and truly have a girl's night out. And if we happen to run into drag queens along the way...I'm taking pictures. :)