I am at the moment sitting in a train going back home from my parents' place. I will type this up and post it when I'm back home.
My parents are currently on vacation in the states and I just stayed in their apartment for two nights; although originally only one was planned.
I arrived at about 5 pm on Wednesday. The cats were friendly to me, I ate something and was very excited about the The Shondes concert that night. At 7.30 I met an old friend at the station who would come with me to the nearby town.
I don't have much contact with that friend anymore, mostly because he's an extremely weird person and his worship of me really creeps me out. I asked him to come because I wanted an escort though. With my history of breaking and/or losing valuables I thought it would be helpful if somebody could keep an eye on me.
The location was teeny-tiny and the concert was organized by the woman- and lesbian-department of the university and I was in dyke heaven.
The first band, Candelilla, was great and reminded me to listen to more good hand-made female rock / riot grrrl.
The Shondes were amazing. I only knew two or three songs but by that point I was intoxicated enough to dance freely and even reply to something they said on stage which was when Louisa recognized me from facebook.
After the show I went to buy merch and ended up chatting with the whole band and was given the setlist which just made my little fangirl heart go pitty-pat.
Then it all started going downhill.
My friend insisted we'd take a taxi home since for some reason he had a shitload of money. And because it's what I do when I'm drunk, I started arguing with the driver and accused him of driving an extra-long route.
I gave my friend some money, got out and went to bed.
The next day I was still happy as flies in the shit from the previous night when I decided to check if I still had enough cash to order a pizza. But my wallet was gone. Somewhere in the 5 minutes between paying and getting inside I had lost my fucking wallet. And everything was in there. My ID, my license, my health insurance card, my electronic bus ticket and bank account cards.
Which means I now own no means of identification or way to get any money.
I borrowed the money for the train ticket from my friend who was nice enough to come over yet last night and even gave me some extra. My ex is sending me her old card from out former shared bank account so hopefully I'll be able to draw some cash on Monday or Tuesday. And then the big bureaucratic running around will begin. I feel physically sick just thinking about it.
I'm also feeling a bit depressed. I really didn't want to leave my parents' place where there were wonderful cats, a tv in the bedroom and a laptop which meant I didn't even have to get out of bed yesterday. Except for the frantic wallet search of course.
But then I am going home.
I love my home and my bed and my even more wonderful cats. But I just don't want to face what's coming up.
I think I'm getting drunk again tonight.
By the way, I also couldn't find my new signed Shondes CD anymore which just blows. Guess I'll have to get another one when I see them again in October.
