June 1, 2008
K and I went to a rock festival
today. It was sort of a "battle of the bands" kind of thing, a
competition between rock groups from different local universities. Our friends
who have their own band were playing, so we went. The festival wasn't that
great, mainly because the sound equipment was so bad that even the groups that
were good sounded terrible. However, it was a beautiful day, and we had a good
time hanging out with the guys and people-watching. Unfortunately, on our way
to the festival, we took a marshrutka. These are notorious places for thieves,
so I'm usually pretty careful with my things. I had my wallet in the outer
pocket of my backpack - which was a pretty horrible place for it - but, I was
holding tight to the zipper so no one could get into it. Then the marshrutka
swerved suddenly, knocking me of balance, and I let go of my bag just long
enough to grab the bar and steady myself. My hand was off it for about ten,
maybe fifteen seconds max... and yep, it got snagged. Luckily, I didn't have
much money in it (maybe $15 worth of soms) and my credit cards were at home in
my apartment. Sadly, my driver’s license was in there (which will be a bitch to
replace, I suspect) as was my social security card (why I brought it with me, I
don't know... why I never took it out, I also don't know, but I signed it when
I was in third grade, so I won't be too sad to get a new one with an up-to-date
signature). I'm mainly pissed because my wallet was where I kept my spare
battery for my camera... and now I don't have an extra one. Grrr. Also, I'd had
that wallet for 6 years and it was nice, dammit.
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