I locked myself out of my apartment this afternoon. I had rushed outside to watch a parade going by on our street when I realized the door had locked behind me. I knew Brooke wouldn't be home for a few hours, so I decided to follow the parade for a little while. Since it had lured me out of my apartment, I thought I might as well. When I was tired of walking, I perused some new tomes at the Unoppressive Non-Imperialist Bookstore around the corner and then walked over to Matt Umanov Guitars to sit and play for a bit. On my way out, I grabbed a Village Voice and read for an hour by the fountain in Father Demo Square, then walked over to James J. Walker Park and read for another half hour. Then I walked home where Brooke thankfully opened the door. All in all, it wasn't a bad way to spend a few hours. But I'm still an idiot.