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This past weekend (March 7-9) definitely had it's ups and downs, but I'd say only about 20% ups and 80% downs. Most of Friday night was spent debating on whether or not to go out on the town. Then at about 10:00pm it started pouring down rain, so our decision was made. We stayed in and watched TV all night.

Saturday night I had plans to go out with a new friend of mine named Antony. He works at a bar in Darling Harbor called Wallaby Bar, so we planned on starting there and then he had some other spots picked out for us to go. Antony met me outside of my apartment and we headed to DH. Wallaby bar was pretty cool, but a younger crowd. After we'd been there for about 10min a guy approached me with the typical, "Where are you from?" and then, "How old are you?" When I said 23 he put his hands up and said, "Woah, you're too old for me!" Ouch.

So after we had a few (too many) drinks at Wallaby Bar we headed out for the next destination. Somewhere along the walk we got in an intense argument about where Croatia was located and which countries surrounded it (don't ask) and we sat down on some steps so he could look it up on his phone. For the record, I was right. Now, the theories differ here but I'm sticking with my story. When we sat down, I laid my purse (correction: Gracie's purse) on the step next to me. When we settled the Croatia debate and got up to leave: no purse. We immediately called my phone and it was shut off, so it was definitely in someone else's hands. I felt bad enough about losing Gracie's purse, but on top of that was my phone, camera, keys to my apartment, keys to the gym, my wallet with $70 and 5 credit/debit cards, and my South Carolina id, and my lip gloss. Bugger.

Antony was SO sweet and walked me back to my flat and looked up all of the phone numbers to my banks online. He kept dialing the number for a bank, putting the phone under my head on my ear as I was falling asleep on the couch, and trying to keep me awake enough to talk to the customer service agent. I kept waking up and complaining about how bad it sucked that my lip gloss was gone. HaHa

I got all of my cards canceled and now I've gotten all the new ones reissued, but it hasn't been the easiest task. I also filed a police report and paid Gracie back for the purse. Also, Antony had a spare phone that he is letting me borrow (much nicer than my old one too) and I got to keep my same phone number. That was really cool of him. I guess it's not the worst thing that could have happened, but it was inconvenient to say the least.


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