A pretty funny story to a not-so-funny situation. But in chronological order first:
Came back from New Orleans yesterday -- flew in Friday night and flew back Monday morning. Friday everyone had gone to Voodoo Fest, so when they got back to the hotel, they crawled straight under the covers. Poor gals.
Saturday. First things first: let's start off the day with drinking at Margaritaville. For the first time ever did I see Mariam drinking faster than I. She was on a mission. Had good food too, which on the way back to the hotel we gave to a couple of homeless people. I was heartbroken when I realized I had put my leftover fudge in that bag too (SO good ...I'm a fatty). Then off to Voodoo Fest! What a blast -- saw Crystal Method, Paul van Dyk, Drake, Ozzy. Then back to hotel to get ready for our first Halloween night. Mariam dressed as a champagne bottle, Kelly as a lime, and me as a tequila bottle... to compliment the lime ;) Headed to Bourbon st. for the night and drank these ridiculously strong Hurricanes at Pat O's. Then to another bar (erm, name? can't remember) and were dancing it up like crazishizness.
Now for the funny story:
Someone stole my wallet (also with Kelly's ID and credit card), camera, and phone while I was dancing (and it was ON me!). Ok, I know this doesn't sound funny, but wait for it. First thing I do is cancel my credit cards and ask if there's been any recent transactions. Yes! At Deja Vu. "That's a strip club!" says Mariam and we start hauling ass down Bourbon. Let me remind me you that we are all in costume and drunk. running. We get to the strip club and the guy in the front is a complete dbag -- won't let me explain my situation and keeps yelling at me to give my ID and pay him. "I don't WANT to get in! I don't HAVE an ID OR MONEY!" Guy's still not listening and threatens to hit me. I got pissed and yelled back at him. A cop comes in (high school friend of one of ours apparently) and we explain the situation. He looks up the info and says no one used my card there. "Oh! But there IS also a Deja Vu bar & grill down the road!" Wtf. Fary and Ali take off running in that direction. Kelly and I really need to pee, so we try to go into the bars. No can do -- no ID's. We try to use the restroom at an Italian restaurant and the owner won't let us. Another dbag. I plead with a bouncer again and tell him I'll pee on him if he doesn't let us in. Finally we get to pee. Then back to running -- "it's on the left side" "WHICH left side??" we just keep running until we find out we're 6 blocks the wrong way. Poor Mariam with her impossible heels, Kelly in her lime costume. Amber calls to tell they're talking to the waiter who served the person who used my credit card and that we need to find a cop to bring with us. First cop I find is on a horse, so I ask him. He doesn't care a rat's ass about my story, but while I'm talking to him, his horse whips Kelly in the face with its tail. Her reaction was priceless -- complete astonishment and then anger, so she starts yelling at the cop about his horse. He yells back at her. We give up, and continue to run. Run into everyone else who had just left the Deja Vu bar & grill. The thieves were gone already, but the waiter who served them gave us a copy of their receipt:
1 Shrimp Platter w/ Mashed Potatoes
2 Shrimp Poboy
1 Spicy Wings
1 2 Eggs w/ meat (wtf???)
scrambled
grits
white
sausage
TO GO
Total with a $10 tip: $78.74
These 2 big girls pigged OUT. Fary texted my phone (which we assume they had) that she hoped they would choke on the fatty fried foods, fat asses. And right after they apparently spent $15 in a clothing store (??). In total, about $95 for a ridiculous night running Bourbon. Not too shabby.
So, in retrospect, that part was funny. Now the not so funny part: my wallet contained my driver's license and green card. I had lost my SS card in South Africa this summer. To replace a driver's license, I need a SS card. To replace a SS card, I need a green card. To replace a green card, I need to go through the application process again, wait for an appointment, do the biometrics portion, and pay $330. And this process will take a couple of months. FML. Looks like I'm not buying a car any time soon or getting to leave the country.
However, still had a great time Sunday sans all that stuff. Attempted to get beignets, back to Voodoo Fest: The New Orleans Bingo! Show, Macy Gray, Paul Oakenfold, Deadmau5, Interpol, and MGMT. Another night out and this time to Frenchmen st dressed as Carmen Sandiego -- more awesome costumes and party in the streets. Stayed up all night to leave for the airport at 5 am for our 6:30 flight. Got questioned to prove my identity with the police report I had gotten. He asked me who my neighbors were, what car I drove, what insurance I have. Apparently the government knows quite a bit about you...
Flight back went fine. I ran into the same 2 guys who were on my flight out, so that was fun. After getting a new phone and calling all the ID depts, I crashed relatively early last night.
Kyle's coming tomorrow for a week! Thankfully, I still have my passport to use as an ID to go out...
