Everyone Loves a Boston Girl

Last night I was that girl who loses her wallet at the bar. Ugh, I hate that girl. I actually can say that since I’ve been old enough to carry a wallet, I’ve never lost one and so, did not realize the feeling of panic that comes along with it.

Lucky for me, I was not quite feeling ready to go home after leaving the bar, so Chels and I decided to get some pizza (pizza after bars seems SO college and completely brought me back to my UNH , dollar slice DHOP days, tear). Chels had no cash on her and I gladly agreed to pay for the pizza and taxi home. I knew I had cash on me.

On our walk to the only pizza place still open that we knew of, we saw a car completely smash into a taxi, which caused the entire front bumper of the car to fall off. Of course, we had to stand in the pouring rain and watch as the 2 drivers stood in the middle of the intersection screaming at each other, 2 fire trucks arrived, and the rest of the traffic honked and yelled. While observing, a well-dressed man walked by us singing opera quite loudly; he stopped and chatted with us for a bit. He was from Italy and very charming with an amazing voice. He also had in his hand a bag full of at least 50 tortillas. We questioned him as to why he was walking around Boston at 2 a.m. carrying a bag filled with tortillas and he claimed he had “accidentally” bumped into the fridge at a certain bar on Newbury St., saw tortillas, and took them. He said it was fate. Crazy Italian. But with a voice like his, I’m convinced he will be famous. And we can say we knew him when…he stole tortillas.

Chels and I ordered our pizza and I went to pay. That’s when I realized I had noo wallet. I panicked and mentally went over everything in my wallet-ATM card, 2 credit cards, Macy’s card, Victoria’s Secret card, license, school ID, Guess gift card, Starbucks gifts card, Dunkin’ Donuts gift card, AAA card, insurance card, library card, Borders rewards card, Barnes and Noble reward card, $40 in cash, and lots of change (thank God, T pass was in coat pocket). We ran back to the bar, which luckily let us in. One guy told me to call back in the morning. And another said, “Nope, haven’t seen it.” The girl next to him overheard and said, “Was it black and white?” YES! My wallet was found. What are the chances? We quickly and happily returned back to get our pizza.

Funny thing is, I didn’t even use my wallet for anything at the bar. And my purse is really deep. I was convinced someone had reached into my purse when we were in the crowded bar, and snatched it. Of course, if this is the case, they also kindly turned it in to the bartender who kept it in safekeeping until I returned looking. Only I would lose a wallet in a place where I didn’t even use it. Lesson learned–don’t carry around everything you own when you go out on a Friday night. Always get pizza after a night out. And make friends with opera singing Italians carrying bags of tortillas.

Lost your wallet? Easy fix. Lost touch with a long lost friend? Tougher. You can find people, with any number of People Searches. Try and find your lost one today.