LUSHTICE

So last night… we went to go see Keith Buckley’s side project - Finale. Ran in to some great people. I spent waaaaaay too much on drinks as per usual. We ended up leaving, buying bottles, and pregaming, and then going back out. BAD IDEA. We met up with our friend Bob and went to the pink & then some bar. I was faaaaar too drunk and couldn’t walk + my ankle was ridiculously fucked up. Jodie hailed a cab. Unfortunately she couldn’t get me up from the snow. The cab driver took off with all our stuff. AKA: MY PURSE (and everything in it) JODIE’S PURSE (and everything in it), and my coat. We stood outside of her apartment for hours (since we had no keys to get in). I had no coat on. We’re safe and warm right now. But we’re both royally fucked. My parents are going to kill me. $40, ID, IPOD, Social Security Card, My brothers camera, my phone… GONE. ALL GONE. And nobody fucking cares.