So this weekend started off on a great note. My friend Scott called and offered me two free tickets to the Sox game on Friday night. They were awesome seats, and I was really excited to go.
Once at the Sox game, I stood in line forever to get a beer. I got back to the seats. Since we hadn’t had time to grab any food before the game, Jessica was going to go buy us some pizza and another $7 beer. I handed her my wallet, and she put her ID in it.
About 15 minutes later, I got a call. Jessica couldn’t find my wallet and was wondering if she’d left it in her purse. Since I knew I’d handed it to her, I knew this wasn’t good.
She’d put the wallet in her pocket, and by the time she got to the front of the line it was gone. Someone had taken it.
In my wallet: $220 cash. My license. Her license. My work swipe card. My rent check.
All gone. Boo.
I was so pissed. There was nothing I could do about it, and I just didn’t want to be at the game anymore. So we left.
Today is Patriot’s Day here in Boston. I am watching the marathon on TV and am planning on getting out of here in a few minutes. For the first time in a long time I cannot wait for this work week to start. This weekend was doomed from the start. Stupid Friday the 13th.
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1 Sarah // Apr 16, 2007 at 11:47 am
Patriots Day 2003: Sarah goes to hang out with her friend Erin at the Boston mararthon. Sarah throws her beautiful lovely hand-made leather wallet that her sister just brought her from Italy into her shoulder bag. She hangs out along the marathon route with some friends, then they go to a bar. Sarah finds that her beautiful lovely hand-made Italian leather wallet with her ID, credit cards, cash, etc etc etc has been stolen. Sarah had to tell this story in the third person to avoid getting too upset at the wretched memory. Patriots Day should be called Pickpockets Day.
2 Barry Freed // Apr 16, 2007 at 11:52 am
The worst part is getting the duplicate license. That’s such a tremendous pain in the ass. I just went to the RMV’s site and ordered a duplicate license, only to find out that you can’t change your address from the form. Nice. So now a duplicate license will be sent to my apartment from about 3 years ago.
I now have two options: Go to the RMV during work tomorrow to change my address and have a new ID sent to me or show up at my old apartment and ask that they give me a call when my license shows up. That wouldn’t look too sketchy, would it?
3 jessica // Apr 16, 2007 at 12:42 pm
sure, sure, start using my name now that i’ve done something crappy
4 Barry Freed // Apr 16, 2007 at 12:43 pm
Pretty sure I didn’t blame you whatsoever. Let me check….yep. I didn’t.
I stick my tongue out at you. While frowning.
5 jessica // Apr 16, 2007 at 1:20 pm
my emoticon did not properly express what i was feeling. i know you didnt blame me, but if it wasn’t in my pocket than it wouldn’t have been lost. so i’m partly responsible. (insert ginormous tongue sticking out here).
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