So just when I'm starting to feel better (back pain is easing up, having a little more energy), some asshole steals my wallet.
Were at a party last night in Tewksbury. I should mention that I did a 2-hour appointment in the afternoon, so the money from that was in my wallet because I didn't make it to the bank. And I stuffed my pants under the bed where I figured they'd be out of the way. I took it out at some point because someone gave me a business card, which I put in the wallet and put back in my pants under the bed. That may have been my mistake. Maybe someone saw where I put it. So when I went to retrieve my pants, there was no wallet. My glasses were still in one pocket, and my iPod was still in another. We tore the room apart, tried to figure out who might have been nearby poking around, maybe looking for their own pants. Someone suggested that maybe the wallet fell out and someone else grabbed it by mistake, thinking it was their own. I don't buy that. The party hosts tried to contact people who had left. It reflects poorly on the party hosts, even thought I know it wasn't their fault.
So I was pissed. We got home later than we'd planned, and I just took a few sleeping pills and went to bed. I blew off band practice today because I wanted to work. At least I'm feeling a little better and looking forward to the season premiere of Dexter tonight.
You may be wondering what kind of party involved taking off my pants at all, or why someone else may have been looking for their own pants. You don't want to know. Or you may. If you want to know that bad, send me a PM.
Were at a party last night in Tewksbury. I should mention that I did a 2-hour appointment in the afternoon, so the money from that was in my wallet because I didn't make it to the bank. And I stuffed my pants under the bed where I figured they'd be out of the way. I took it out at some point because someone gave me a business card, which I put in the wallet and put back in my pants under the bed. That may have been my mistake. Maybe someone saw where I put it. So when I went to retrieve my pants, there was no wallet. My glasses were still in one pocket, and my iPod was still in another. We tore the room apart, tried to figure out who might have been nearby poking around, maybe looking for their own pants. Someone suggested that maybe the wallet fell out and someone else grabbed it by mistake, thinking it was their own. I don't buy that. The party hosts tried to contact people who had left. It reflects poorly on the party hosts, even thought I know it wasn't their fault.
So I was pissed. We got home later than we'd planned, and I just took a few sleeping pills and went to bed. I blew off band practice today because I wanted to work. At least I'm feeling a little better and looking forward to the season premiere of Dexter tonight.
You may be wondering what kind of party involved taking off my pants at all, or why someone else may have been looking for their own pants. You don't want to know. Or you may. If you want to know that bad, send me a PM.