On Saturday went with my friend M. to see the National Theatre’s Frankenstein at a swank movie theater downtown. We saw the CreatureBatch/Millerstein version (as opposed to the Jonny Lee Creature/Cumberstein version, of course).

It was just as astounding as everyone said: difficult, wrenching, occasionally icky. Nick Dear’s adaptation is astounding, keeping in place the philosophical guts of the book while changing the POV to largely that of the creature and even adding funny moments that are in keeping with the long British theatre tradition. I was really impressed by the writing. And the physicality of the creature’s role was incredible; the first scene is entirely wordless for at least 5 minutes, as the creature is “born.”

Highly recommended, if it’s playing anywhere near you.

Then, afterward, it took me 30 minutes to find my car in the parking garage.

In my defense, it’s the parking garage for the entire Theatre District, Sundance Cinema is a place I have never visited before, and I arrived late enough that I felt pretty rushed.

But yes, it’s sad.

I wandered around in circles, laughing my head off, while the parking attendants shouted “O no, lady, you can’t find your car!” at me and I pressed the panic button on my key fob.

And I mean, thank HEAVEN for the key fob, because last month I couldn’t find my car at work (I KNOW, okay? But I get to work really early, and I don’t usually drive … I know), and just when I was ready to burst into tears of rage, I called Mr. Dingo Jones in his sick bed, who told me to press the panic button, and that’s when I discovered that I was one floor down from where I needed to be.

On Saturday, I was one floor up. I heard the alarm and rushed to the railing, leaned waaaayyyy over, and heard it very clearly! I threw my hands in the air and yelled with triumph.

“Been looking for a while?” said a voice behind me.

After I had climbed back into my skin, I turned and saw a security guard in a golf cart. Laughing, I told him about my adventure. He offered me a ride to my car. I climbed in and he zoomed off at top speed.

As we careened by my parking attendant friends, we all gave each other a thumbs-up.

He dropped me off by my car, and I declared him my knight in shining armor.

“All in a day’s work,” he said.

Then I went to the grocery store and bought a LOT of wine and some goat cheese. Yes, to have together.