Self Parkers!

So my cohost and I went to a Sunday Sparkling Wine Brunch this weekend at the posh Castaway Restaurant in the upper crust Burbank Hills, which turned out to be a delightful find. My '95 Civic barely made it up the steep hill and as I pulled up I asked the valet if there was self parking. After looking at my car and the BMW behind me he gladly pointed me in the right direction. That direction happened to be down the hill behind the restaurant which is apparently also the employee parking, delivery area and trash dump. Not surprisingly, every car was either a Taurus or a Kia and I swear there was a guy with a cart selling pork rinds and kids swatting at a pinata. All of it worth the $3.50 I saved.