The 19th Time's The Charm
I had a moment yesterday of simultaneous dumbassery and extreme awesomeness. I'm sure (well I'm hoping) others have been through the same thing. And if not, I'm telling you this story as a PSA, a cautionary tale if you will. Two Sundays ago I went to see a movie at the Alamo Drafthouse on Slaughter with some friends. It was the day after my poor little Blue had almost died and was in bad shape at the vets. I was pretty worried about Blue and I'd had a few pops to settle my nerves. In fact we decided to go and see a crappy movie just because I was kinda drunk. You know, I didn't want to waste a perfectly good movie when I was not really going to take it in. I just wanted something to keep my mind off of Blue. Anyway, the movie was crappy, my mind was occupied and my friends drove me home. Unfortunately when I went to grab my wallet the next day, it wasn't there. No problem, I thought. I bet I left it at the Alamo. And bingo, it was there! My happiness when I picked it up soon dissipated as I noticed the credit card I had used was not in there. Nor was it in my pocket, purse or anywhere. Oh no! I didn't want to cancel it, as I was SURE it was somewhere close. A week went by and I still hadn't found it but yesterday, like a miracle, it showed up in my handbag! Hooray! And that's the lesson kids, check your bag for lost credit cards, but make sure you check it 19 times. That's the magic number..