Last night I went out with some friends. I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to drive home… at least that was my plan. I figured that if I drank too much, I could get a ride home by taxi or friend. In the morning, I would run from my house to get my car. Easy plan. I decided to put my ipod in my pocket so I would have it to run in the morning.
I met up some friends and went to a few places for drinks. My friend Scott, who is almost 30, got rejected from a bar because some overzealous bouncer noticed his license was expired. After we finished our drinks we had ordered before he got in, we joined him at Franky’s. I had another drink there. Well, I knew I had too much to drink. My friend Josh graciously offered to come get me if I need it. I took him up on his offer and he came and got me from Franky’s. When I got home and emptied my pockets–no ipod. I thought I left it in Josh’s car, so I checked there… nope. Maybe on the floor… nope. Crap. Lost my ipod.
I woke up this morning thinking I might have in my drunk stooper plugged it into my computer to charge… wrong again. I was a little upset at myself because I just got it last month and I wasn’t thinking. I still had my old ipod at home that I could have used running. I could have left it in the car and all would have been well.
After my run, workout, and traditional Sunday waffles and bacon, I started calling the places that I had frequented the evening before. The first wasn’t sure. The second wasn’t answering the phone. I was preparing myself to buy a new ipod. I can’t operate my daily routine without it. Being routine-oriented, I would be flat out screwed. However, I was running late to help sell board games for 20/30 and I had to scoot.
I got to the fairgrounds for the Home and Garden show to help relieve the people from the morning shift. When I got there, they told me they sold two games. Great. Four hours of a BEAUTIFUL Sunday is going to be wasted sitting at table selling games no one wanted. Thankfully, I brought along magazines and homework to do. Instead, Jeff, Danielle, and I rocked it. We sold nearly 20 games during the time and got our upcoming event in May out in the community. We were talking to all kinds of people and having a great time. I always forget this about doing community service. I dread doing it until I get there… then I remember how much fun it really it. I got to know one of our members Jeff better. I also got to hang out with Danielle which is great because she’s a little cutie. At about 3:30, I tried to call Franky’s again to see if they had my ipod… and THEY DID! Woot! Woot! I figure it as karma for helping others. I drove over to Franky’s and got my ipod and left them a tip. I was thankful they saved me a hundred plus bucks. It also redeemed some value in humanity. An ipod is an easy thing to walk away and never mention it. However, the staff there was kind enough to do the right thing. It sparked another reason why to trust people more and added another tally mark to why I love Chico.
Tonight we had an impromptu Monopoly game where I finally didn’t win–I got third. I was happy in a way to lose, maybe they will stop wanting to play so much. My dad also called to tell me that my sister asked him for money for her car payment. She has made ONE payment and she’s already asking for handouts. I immediately regret helping her. I knew it but I ignored it. I knew she would put this car onto someone else. Well she tried to get a pity sob out of me–that wasn’t happening. I told her in a nutshell that she was screwed. The payment was coming out the 16th and she better find a way to make sure the money was there. But good ol’ Dad sent her money today to make the payment. I didn’t lecture him, but I told him that he was enabling her. She doesn’t make any sacrifices. I mean, most people when they have a bill due and are tight on money, they make do. They don’t buy something and try to make it. Not my sister. Why tighten your belt when you can always reach into mommy and daddy’s wallet? Until they close the bank, she is going to continue to reach in. I know she has the boys, but I’m tired of hearing that excuse. They make more money than my parents and I… they need to learn some financial responsibility. But, it’s not my wallet they are reaching for, so it’s not my hill. My hill has a timeshare and a drink waiting for me.
