where do i start?
i'm tense. i'm tired. my body aches.
and it's been raining.
crappy ass weather.
ladies' night out, tuesday night.
bon was in town for a day. we met up in the city for karaoke night.
erin, pags, bon, and i... and pags' suitemates (whom left early, because they couldn't handle their shit anymore).
we started at barnone. power hour. $1 beers. nasty piss water tap. but hey! that's 5 cents a sip right there. worth spending the buck.
we made sure to attempt getting shit faced before we sang.
we were karaoke virgins.
it's was a good time. took lots of pictures. bon fell on the floor way too many times. even stepping into the bathroom, after i smacked erin in the face with the door.
yeah, we were inebriated.
enough to get up front and sing "girls just wanna have fun", and "like a virgin".
the best night i had in a really long time.
until.....
it was time for erin and i to get going. we had to catch trains back home. so we hopped in a cab, and as we pull around the corner, erin realizes her wallet is missing.
man, it was chaos.
i had to sober up and be sane. because the other two were gone, drunk, and half asleep (i called them, and they weren't of much help), erin is hysterical. that left me to quickly materialize fast.
we go back to the bar, there's no sign of a wallet. erin can't do anything. for she is freaking out, bigtime. i leave info with the bartender. they were cool enough to let us check the place out after the lights went on. i checked bathrooms, floors, the bar. suspicious looking people.
nothing.
then, there was a possibility, that she may have dropped it in the cab when bon frantically reached in to get her phone from erin's purse.
fine.
dialing 411 on the cell.
nyc taxi is not listed.
fine.
pull over a taxi and ask them for a number of lost and found in the yellow cabs.
fucking idiot doesn't speak english (like the rest of new york).
he looked at me with a blank face.
fine.
i convince erin to get in a cab and just go home.
once we get to the station we'll call and cancel all her major cards and whatnot.
this obviously isn't working for the girl.
she is frantic.
i totally understand where she's coming from.
i've been in her shoes.
it's scary. you really don't know what to do except cry your eyes out, and wig out!
*sigh*
penn station 4am.
sucks my ass.
our next train isn't until sometime around 5am.
so i buy erin a ticket home, and give her cab fare.
i didn't get home until 6am this morning.
i was so fucking tired from everything, that i had already gotten my hangover headache.
it was bad.
i just wanted to get home and sleep.
and forget i had work.
.........................................
well, the good news to all this is;
a good samaritan found erin's wallet in the street at union square.
tracked her down through the bank. he said he didn't think anything was taken out, because it seemed like all her major cards were still in there.
he offered to mail it to her.
she said he was really sweet over the phone.
"he's lost a wallet too, so he knows what she must feel like.."
now, we came to the conclusion that some asshole was slick enough to take her wallet out of her purse, because union square was a little out of the ways from where we were all night.
the subway is at union square. some trifling mofo with no job was probably looking for a way to get home. and viola! there's $60 bucks in there.
whatever.
so there's no more fretting.
i just hope the rings (which is what she mostly freaked out about) that she stashed in her wallet are still there.
................................
that is your typical new york adventure.
and all that philandering probably explains why i'm coming down with something.
yuck.
1:13 a.m. - 2001-04-12
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