Santana Row

There is this place down here called "Santana Row". It is 2-3 blocks of nothing but stores. They have an entire store dedicated to Gucci accessories!! Think Rodeo Drive, but tone it down a million bucks. It is about 20 minutes from my house but can you believe that I have NEVER been there?
Amazing, I know. But this weekend I did finally go to Santana Row. The parking is atrocious, in the event you were wondering. I had planned to meet someone for coffee at a quaint little coffee shop on the strip. I arrived 10 minutes early but ended up actually getting to the coffee shop 45 minutes LATE.
I circled and circled the parking garages - nothing. I finally took to the streets and was determined to even attempt a parallel spot (those of you that have driven with me know that was probably not a wise idea) either way, the only spot I found was quickly snatched from me by a more aggressive (and way bigger- vehicle that is) driver.
They had this little parking lot centrally located that actually had slots available. A not so prominent sign stated that it was for valet parking and resident (they have townhouses on the strip...I am SO looking into one of them. They are completely reasonably priced.) None of the cars had stickers or plaques or anything that I could tell to distinguish them from other cars. The only odd thing was that all of the cars were backed into the slots. So I backed my car in and called it a day. I figured they could either ticket me, or tow me. And besides, if I kept circling around and around I would need a tow anyway...I was practically out of gas!
I spent a wonderful afternoon on the strip and came back to my car delighted to see it untouched. I know that I should feel at least a pang of guilt...but I don't. My moral fiber has decayed to the point where I don't feel bad about parking illegally.