I hate my life. Part Deux.
Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:47 pm
Saturday night Jami, my husband, another friend and I went to the only club in our sad little town to see Trick Pony play.
Let me interject now into this sad sad story to say I never ever go to this club and the only reason I went on this night was we were previously at a Poker tournement and a guy that was at Jami and Josh's table offered them some free tickets to the show, so it really couldnt be turned down.
So, we go, they play, we dance, grand times are being had by all. Jami, Kim and I made the choice to get a little closer and brave our way through the crowd during such we get roughed up a bit in a little cop on drunken civilian scuffle but eventully make it to the stage where we dance some more and then I ultimatley discover that my $2,000 diamond tennis bracelet is no longer on my wrist.
We immediatly re traced our steps, but the place was completely packed and there was no finding the shiney senimental object...
This morning Josh and I went and talked to the cleaning crew. They didnt find it, but they said there is a group that goes in and cleans up a little the night before so we will need to talk to the manager tomarrow. He also said that the staff is pretty shady there so we might need to offer a reward to get it back. I'm also going to put an ad in the paper, maybe someone picked it up and is willing to return it for a little moolah.
Its not just that the bracelet was tres expensive, it was also that it ment so much to both of us.
See, I followed Josh 400 miles from our hometown to live with him in a tiny apartment and have zero friends and I was pretty unhappy there... so that first christmas as husband and wife when we barely had money to get to and from work he bought me that bracelet...
I just hope someone is honest enough to return it.
Let me interject now into this sad sad story to say I never ever go to this club and the only reason I went on this night was we were previously at a Poker tournement and a guy that was at Jami and Josh's table offered them some free tickets to the show, so it really couldnt be turned down.
So, we go, they play, we dance, grand times are being had by all. Jami, Kim and I made the choice to get a little closer and brave our way through the crowd during such we get roughed up a bit in a little cop on drunken civilian scuffle but eventully make it to the stage where we dance some more and then I ultimatley discover that my $2,000 diamond tennis bracelet is no longer on my wrist.
We immediatly re traced our steps, but the place was completely packed and there was no finding the shiney senimental object...
This morning Josh and I went and talked to the cleaning crew. They didnt find it, but they said there is a group that goes in and cleans up a little the night before so we will need to talk to the manager tomarrow. He also said that the staff is pretty shady there so we might need to offer a reward to get it back. I'm also going to put an ad in the paper, maybe someone picked it up and is willing to return it for a little moolah.
Its not just that the bracelet was tres expensive, it was also that it ment so much to both of us.
See, I followed Josh 400 miles from our hometown to live with him in a tiny apartment and have zero friends and I was pretty unhappy there... so that first christmas as husband and wife when we barely had money to get to and from work he bought me that bracelet...
I just hope someone is honest enough to return it.