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Great way to segue into the shit that went down last night. It was one of those, if this hadn't happened then that wouldn't have happened domino effect kind of nights. Gloria and I had planned to meet at the train station after work but we both were running late so we missed it and tried to beat it to the next stop. No dice. So I hopped in Gloria's car and zombiefied myself on the way down to SD. The walk was, well... interesting, I think Kelsey agreed it was way better last year when there was a smaller group of zombies roaming downtown. Saw some preggers zombies, baby zombies, and some people who might be sleeping on the street and decided to join in zombies. So we headed, ahem, I mean dragged one foot back to the car and got situated to go out to the Shout House. Kelsey had been up since the crack of dawn so she went back to my house and Gloria and I decided to hang out for a little longer. Little did we know that while we were gone having the time of our lives some asshole in the parking garage had other plans for us. Meanwhile, back at the Shout House, Gloria and I, still dressed like zombies, were enjoying the dueling piano's and all the great music, we met up with some other Escondidoans and had some good laughs.
I guess the first tip should have been the card on the stairs. It was from a psychic in Santa Barbara when I visited a few months ago, I picked it up and was wondering how the hell it got there.. As soon as I reached in the back for my purse and didn't see it I knew it was gone. I've had my wallet stolen twice before but the icky feeling that immediately proceeds never changes. Gloria's purse was gone too but everything else was still in the car. I turned back to run and see if anything else had dropped on the ground and realized that a bunch of mine and Gloria's stuff was floating around the garage, receipts, cards, checks. As I began to collect things I looked down into the alleyway below and noticed Gloria's wallet. It looked like a murder scene, both our wallets guts sprawled all over the pavement. Before I knew it I had jumped a fence probably violated numerous trespassing laws and was down in the alley collecting our things. I thought well we got our wallets at least, maybe there is more around. The thing is I love my wallet and I love my purse, I remember how I got them, where I bought them and why they are special to me, stupid I know but I can't help but be attached to things that I have in my life everyday. We were both pretty bummed and still in shock. We looked down into the alleyway again and Gloria was talking about how she wished she could get her purse back too. I remember sighing and looking out into downtown right over the roof of the building next to us, the roof with a brownish lump on top of it, the roof where my freaking purse was!! I couldn't believe it, I probably yelled a few profanities and Gloria and I were two women on a mission, two women who were still made up like zombies. We got the hotel to let us on the roof and after a lot of looking we got both our purses back and then got kicked out of the hotel for hanging around and surveying the damage, thanks to the guy at the front desk! I have to really thank the guy who took us up there though, he was helpful and his name was Del Mar, which is probably the coolest name I have ever heard in my entire life. We shook his hand and then had to deal with security, who probably weren't much smarter than the criminals who when all was said and done, got NO cash, a few of G's credit cards, which she cancelled immediately, my keys :(, and MY SANDWICH! Who does that? We think the thiefs may have been on the crackhead side because they stole Gloria's balance bars and took three bites of my apple which I also found. on the roof.. DNA evidence! I'm guessing by the bite marks it was a small woman or a kid. All in all it was more of a waste of time and energy on our parts and I think a major bust for whoever decided it was worth it to use a hanger, set off an alarm, and run out with maybe 15 cents and dinner. The thing I'm upset about is Gloria's pictures and my keys, well my keychain, my sister bought it for me when we were in Austria last year and I had some stuff on there that really meant a lot to me. I just don't get why people do this, there were so many things in the car worth way more than taking away sentimental items that you just can't replace. I'm thankful that we were fine and we got most everything back. What can you do but try and look back and be able to laugh at the insanity.
So I hope that was a DAMN good sandwich!
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