I usually keep my phone, camera and wallet in a leather pouch that hangs from my belt. It was a warm day with the temperatures in the mid 80s! So I took off some layers from under the monk's robes and decided to leave my wallet behind. Thank God I did that!
It was a great day! We were celebrating a dear friend's birthday and we all had an enjoyable day wandering from pub to pub. On the drunken stumble out to the campgrounds where the perfect weather would guarantee fun around the bonfire later (several people bring out the bongos and it is rumored that people dance topless around the bonfire.) We lost my friend Troy so I left him several messages to meet us there. We did find him, but I realized my pouch was gone! Dropped somewhere between the front gate and his trailer. I stripped out of the monk's robes and into some clothes, grabbed the flashlight and went looking. No luck! My camera and phone gone!
Well, what can you do? I went back and got another beer and went to join my friends at the bonfire. I think there are some pictures of me out there somewhere putting on Liz's belly-dancer scarf with jinglies stuff on it, taking my shirt off and shaking my stuff around the fire! It was fun.... LOL.
Sunday was a more subdued day but a perfect day to wear the kilt. No pouch with a camera and phone was turned into the lost and found so I had a struggle not to beat myself up over losing it. It seemed to be a long drive home.
Monday was spent ordering a new phone and finding a new camera. It was a good weekend but I was still a sad panda.
1 comment:
How sad indeed -- and frustrating. No fun in that.
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