You know how we all have one of those nights which start out great but end up being total disasters, the memory of which remains etched in our minds for a very long time. Well, I had one of those nights this Thursday, a night that was marked by complete self-destruction on my part, ending in me losing the following items:
a) Jacket bought last month from Energie, worth four hundred dollars
b) Wallet with all my identification, including my invaluable UVA ID
c) Keys to my building, apartment and office
It was the night of the Madonna CD-release party at
Hush, a restaurant in Adams Morgan that magically transforms into a gay club every Thursday. It was my first time there, and anticipating dancing drunk to the new CD, I’d been looking forward to this night all week.
I’m not going to bother talking about the “fun” since it the last thing I should be focusing on right now. But I did have a great time, I think, until they started serving free drinks between 11:30 and 12:00. Unable to control my vehement desire for free alcohol, I drank myself to the point of not remembering how or when I ended up leaving the club.
The next thing I remember is being lost, walking the streets of DC, trying to find my way back home. Oh, and off course I remember shivering uncontrollably in 30 degrees temperature, thinking where the hell my jacket was.
I guess I shouldn’t drink myself to the point where I blackout and tell my friends that I will be “fine” being by myself. Cause apparently, as far as I can remember, I was so drunk that I lost my way coming back home. And it sucks to get lost when you are drunk and don’t know where you are going.
But what sucks even more is losing your wallet AND your keys and not being able to enter your apartment even when you are outside your building. So I did what any other individual would do. Yell at my favorite neighbor,
MF, and sleep at her place since my brain had completely stopped functioning at this point.
I haven’t done shit like this to myself in a while. Even after
El and I broke up, I was fine, drinking moderately, not suffering any major repercussions. I guess all that changed last night. I can’t do this to myself again. I mean look at all the shit I had/have to go through; miss work, cancel credit cards, get new IDs, keys, and possibly another jacket if I feel that I am lucky or deserving enough to afford one.
But still I am thankful that I still have my job. And my life off course. As I tell myself, it could’ve been worse. A lot worse.
But at the same time a big FUCK YOU to the person who used my credit cards last night. What an asshole you are. You could’ve chosen to call me since my business card was in my wallet, but u didn’t. Instead you ended up spending $28.50 of my money at a 7-11 in Arlington, VA. Well, I hope my credit card’s fraud department really punishes your ass since you don’t have the common decency to return something that ain’t yours. Oh, AND if you also have my jacket then I hope that you get an STD from the next person that you end up sleeping with. And if you are married, I hope that your husband or wife cheats on you and ends up killing you in your sleep.
And if you are a silly faggot then I hope that your cheap ass never gets laid for the rest of your life.
But if you are a homeless person and you are using my jacket to ward off the cold, then God bless you. I have no qualms about you wearing the most expensive piece of garment that I have ever owned, which I bought last month and wore only twice, because you deserve to wear it far more than I do.