Quite a bit can transpire late on a Friday night in the big city. I went dancing last night at 1015, which epitomizes the club scene that I'm not so interested in, but with the DJ lineup this night, I knew I'd end up shakin' the night away among friends. And I was right, many friends did show up, and we had a blast dancing and hooping (not too crowded!), but alas, there were many not there to dance. And so I had to witness my female friends being repeatedly hit on in the most coarse and shameless manner. What's wrong with these guys? Do these tactics ever work? I mean, really! Meanwhile, I didn't get hit on at all (unless you count the woman who mistook me for Laird), but I did have this somewhat nonplussing exchange with a friend of a friend, who grabbed one of my two hoops as I walked in:
J: Hi! I'm sorry, I forgot your name....
M: I'm M. And I couldn't forget yours, Jason. Every time I see you, I have this fantasy that you'll take me as your lover, and in between bouts of sex you'll hula hoop for me.
J: ...
M: ... :-)
J: Well, y'know, I'm not available. At least, not that available.
M: I know. That's why I said it.
ANYWAY. So, when I go out I always take my red backpack with me, and when I arrive wherever I'm going, I drop it in a corner. I never want to deal with coat check, and besides, I want access to the stuff inside. (On this night, I saved Jay from a diabetic stupor with a Clif Bar!) So, this is how I operate, and I've never lost anything, until now. Yes, my friends, last night my Age of Innocence came to an end.
I got to 1015 at midnight, put jacket in main compartment, zipped cellphone into front pocket, dropped pack next to a sofa upstairs, and forgot about it. As usual. At some point, I wondered what time it was, and went for the phone. Gone. I spent the night sober, and I know I put it in there. Gone! Nothing else missing, but then again, nothing else of real value in there.
What to do? With Ruth's phone I call Jiwon (it's 4am - oops), and ask her to have service suspended. Then this morning I learn that I can't just get a replacement phone, because my provider (AT&T) has married Cingular, and to get a new phone, I need to switch to Cingular. A few hassles later, I have a new provider, new contract, and new phone. And now there only remains the matter of recreating my address book. Grrr....
Posted by Jason at January 8, 2005 06:43 PM | TrackBack