payment to the party goods:
my cell phone (yes, the new one I bought 2 months ago)
my sister's cell phone
keys to my parents' car and house
eyeliner (that i hoped to steal, i mean borrow, from my sister)
Originally, when I thought our IDs and cash were also M.I.A., I was more concerned about my her "I'm 22" ID than mine (yes, the new one I just got after using that temporary paper DMV print out in Chicago). If my driver's license was indeed mission in action (again), I figured that would just be a sign to stop going out every night and to stop drinking. But, alas, both of our wallets were in the car.
lessons learned:
- wear 'fits with pockets to stash keys and phone; just carry your shit
- do not give your people an opportunity to disappoint you
- in case of life or other mishap, be grateful for fabulous friends who will let you borrow her car 45 minutes home and back and who will drive it because it's a stick shift (i love you timi and mica!)
- (per timi's blog for the unemployed) something good to know: you do not have to consent to let police into your home. if they ask, JUST SAY NO! also, maybe have a female handle it.
- appreciate that life, at the very least, is never boring
