Guys, do as I say not as I do, m'kay? And by that I mean don't lose your wallet in a cab on the way back from the Big Boi concert. Because that's what I did. And the thing about losing your wallet is that I keep getting sadder and more bummed out as I continue to realize all of the stuff that was inside of the stupid thing. First and foremost is the annoying shit like ID and credit cards and while that's a pain in the ass it's all totally replaceable. But then I started remembering all the other stuff the stuff that you can't replace; a Madewell gift card I'd been saving for many moons to buy a new warm weather dress. A wee collection of completely full meal and coffee loyalty stamp cards I'd been saving (two to 'wichcraft!). $50 to Barnes & Noble. Etc. And I'm sure I'll continue to remember random things in the coming weeks, too. Oh, and let's not forget the actual wallet because I kind of adored that thing. Boo. Hiss. But, reality check. In the scheme of things it's no more than an annoying nuisance. But still, I don't recommend it y'all. The small silver lining (if you want to see it) is that I get to shop for a new wallet. And well, that's something isn't it? (I'm trying here). And clearly, I'm feeling like a spring-esque wallet is in order. Plus maybe it'll be more noticeable when I leave it sitting in the back seat of a cab.
p.s. I've decided spending more than $100 on a wallet is stupid. Come to think of it, if I keep losing these babies I shouldn't spend more than ten bucks on a wallet. Seriously, should I look into a cheapie velcro one?