Why Forrest Clark is the best Boyfriend. Ever.

Tonight I was once again reminded that I sure have found the cream of the crop in Forrest.

We went to the Real Salt Lake game up in Sandy. Forrest stopped by my apartment a little bit before, and then we headed to his. Being the extremely intelligent person I am, I thought, hm, I don't need to bring my purse or keys or anything since I'm not driving. And off we went. The game was fun, the weather was great, and then we came back to Provo and went to his apartment. We were watching 24, when, around 11:35, I suddenly thought, hey. I bet my apartment is going to be locked. And I have no keys.

Typically this wouldn't be a problem, because I usually have all my roommates phone numbers. However, I just moved into my new apartment, and while there are two girls still living here, I didn't even know their names (one of them hasn't even been here when I have, and the other is engaged. I just hadn't seen her much up to this point).

So Forrest and I walked back to my apartment. A small glimmer of hope waned in me as I tried the door with no avail. It was locked. Then I decided to knock. And then I rang the doorbell. About 10 times in a row. Still nothing. Either the girl who lived here was dead asleep, or not even home. Then I asked Forrest for a credit card to try and break in the door. My brother-in-law, Brandon, had taught me early on in my teenage years how to unlock a door with a credit card. It always worked on the house back home....but not this one.

At this point, I had no idea what I was going to do. Forrest said, "well, I have a couch..." but I'm pretty sure neither of us would resort to that until the last option (because yes, we are good, honor-code keeping people. Thank you very much). Then I mentioned that I had left my window open, and maybe he could get the screen open. This didn't seem like the most viable option, as my apartment is on the second floor, and my room was on the side of the building that has absolutely no leavrage to climb on it. But we went back in hopes that something would work out.

Well, after trying to climb up some bricks that kind of jutted out, someone came home. I just prayed it was my roommate. So, we kind of followed the girl and, not very inconspicuously, watched her and her boyfriend walk up the stairs. She walked up to the third floor, and we were out of luck. So we walked back to the backside of the complex.

When we got there, Forrest spotted an old couch. It was pretty much our last option, so we carried it to the building, flipped it so it was just under the windowsill, and Forrest tried to get up. It was too tall though, so he saw some bikes that were luckily unchainned, and then climbed up using that. I had to hold the couch steady, because it definitely would have fallen backwards otherwise. Some guys walked by and were like "Um...are you locked out?" And I'm like "Yes. Yes I am." I'm pretty sure they were very concerned that we were breaking in, but apparently my simple yes was good enough for them. Maybe I should consider going into a life of crime.

The window screen was really in place. At first, Forrest didn't think he could get it, but after about 5 minutes or so of messing with it, he found the way to get it off. He fiddled with it for awhile longer, it got a little bent....but eventually he got it off. He jumped in the window and tried to find my purse in the dark. Finally he turned the lights on, but still couldn't find it. I was getting nervous that somehow I had lost my keys somewhere in my room....which was possible, because I had done that earlier in the day. However, eventually he found them, threw them down, and climbed out of the window. It took him awhile to get the screen back on, but he did it...maybe just with a little more bend to it then there was originally. He then jumped back down, we put everything back where it belonged, and he said, "well....this will be a good story to tell."

And I agreed. This will probably be one of those stories that posterity will hear, over, and over again.

But. like I said. I'm pretty sure I have the best boyfriend ever. :)

Climbing in the window. It doesn't look that high up, but I didn't want to risk letting go of the couch and Forrest fall backwards and dying for the sake of a picture. Even I've got limits ;-)