OVER-AMBITIOUS UPDATE – I got my wallet back by a pure stroke of luck/old woman kindness!
UPDATE THAT SHOULD HAVE PRECEDED THE LAST UPDATE – I lost my wallet friday night. Not since Greg Masto tried to swipe into his freshman dorm with a fake ID has such a night of drinking ended so badly. What started out as a great night with friends soon devolved into an embarassing display of intoxication, stage diving, and barside naps. I’ll spare you the gory details but I will highlight the most enjoyable aspects of the night in this completely inaccurate timeline:
9:00 – Arrive at friends, Stephen and Britte’s, apartment to begin consuming alcoholic beverages.
9:45 – Other people arrive, a game of Ring of Fire(Kings) ensues.
10:30 – Grab taxis to local music venue with free entrance.
11:00 (I think) – Chinese screamo band is playing, obviously I felt compelled to join the mosh-pit…not the smartest of moves.
Sometime later – Band has left, most of venue has been cleared out. I storm the stage with new friend Matt in order to play the bands drums.
Moments after – Get kicked off stage by security, perform an epic stage dive possibly resulting in an injured toe
1:00 – Go to The Shelter, an abandoned bomb shelter converted into a bar (aka a clostrophobics worst nightmare)
1:30 – ?
2:00 – ?
3:00 – Nap time
3:30 – Get put into cab by friend, Liz, and sent home.
4:00 – Not sure, but sometime in this span I lose my wallet and keys
4:30 – Utilizing technology far beyond human intelligence I manage to teleport inside my building and up to my apartment. However, my bedroom door is locked. Teleportation fail.
Still 4:30 – Decide I should kick the door down in order to get in my bed. Roommate proposes the alternative, sleep on the couch. I oblige.
Oh and I threw up in there somewhere.
The next morning was a frantic scramble to reassemble my life. This involved having new keys made, and obtaining a new debit card. Much of this was made possible through the assistance of my roommate Daniel, a true hero who speaks fluent Chinese…I bought him a bottle of wine to say thank you.
6:00 PM – I hear a knock at my door. Believing it to be our downstairs neighbor complaining about noise, I am hesitant to answer but do so anyway. Outside is a small old lady and in her hand is my wallet!!!!
6:01 PM – I embrace old woman, and take her as my bride.
6:01:30 – She says no, gives me the wallet, and kicks me in the shin.
Ok that didn’t happen but she did bring me my wallet. I have no idea where she found it, but I am eternally greatful to her for honesty and good nature.
When I was 14 Alex Nucera and I went to the Woodbridge Mall because that was the cool thing to do. We made a quick stop in PacSun, where each of us purchased wallets. These wallets were cheap cloth material, and each had a chain which was intended to attach the wallet to ones belt loops. Wow, the 14 year old version of myself was AWESOME…
Years went by, and although I eventually dropped the chain, the wallet remained. All through highschool and college that wallet survived many a chaotic evening. It holds movie stubs from when I was 15, or at least it did until this summer when I accidentally fell into a decorative pond and had to do a little maintenance on my soaked wallet contents. But even after that, the wallet prevailed.
Countless times I vowed to get a new wallet, but I never have. The material is tattered, not to mention its held shut by velcro, but I still held onto it. I thought about buying a new wallet during my debit-card excursion through Shanghai, but I didn’t. I think I’ll keep the one I have a little longer. If it stuck with me this long it would be a shame to just chuck it, theres a lot of memories in that tattered billfold.
Well thats all for now. Life continues as per usual in Shanghai, China!