Sometimes I surprise myself.

In the wee  hours of the morning I was out with S and N at YNot III’s weekly Soul Nite. S and I got up to dance, leaving our purses not eight feet away on a long couch(this is a small dance floor and not very crowded).  A short man in a white shirt danced a little next to us so we tried to get him to join us as not many people dance at Soul Nite, but he didn’t acknowledge us. Later I saw him sitting in front of our bags on the couch and felt a bit suspicious but figured there were some boys next to him and he wouldn’t do anything. Then, the song ended and I saw the guy get up and head towards the stairs. S went to her purse for a cigarette and I honestly wanted to check to make sure everything was in there. Wallet was gone and so was S’s. We grabbed our bags and ran for the stairs, which of course were slightly crowded with people leaving. Adrenaline pumping. We finally get outside and look around and I see white shirt man walking a block away. S and I took off running towards him (she describes this as very Charlies Angels, we were pretty dressed up).  He turned around at least twice while we ran across the street and up to him, yet didn’t walk any faster. Just as we got up to him he dropped S’s wallet which was pretty large. I grabbed his shoulder and charged, “Where’s my wallet *bleep*?” “I don’t have anything baby…” he said. “Oh yeah, well this is my wallet!” I yelled grabbing my wallet out of his chest pocket along with S’s cigarettes. S retrieved her wallet from the sidewalk, and checked it’s contents. I let the man go and he took off down the street, a few inappropriate words of my own following him.

A definite rush. Looking back I wish I had been more forceful (a slap or punch perhaps?), but that has never been my natural inclination.  S and I walked back, had a drink, took a breath, and danced again.

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In other news I also mentally declared war on a reoccuring telemarketer. After nicely asking her to not call again, she said “oh, I will” in a smug little tone despite my multiple requests to be taken off the list.  I ended the call saying, “How can you live?” and hung up. Little does she know I have good plans to let her call as much as she wants, as long as I can play a bit.

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Also, I’m making jewelry now. Leather, Feather, and Chain.

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