Losing My Soul (almost)

And by soul, I mean iPhone.

A couple of weeks ago, P and I went to Denver to visit J.  We had a blast, which I'm sure we will get to in another post.  This post, however, is about my life changing forever.  Almost.

We arrived Friday afternoon.  J was, of course, late picking us up. We started playing a game where we would point at someone that obviously was not J (some really old lady, some man, etc.) and say, "Here she is!"  While that was amusing, it got old pretty quickly.  So, we started texting J.  She couldn't answer our texts because she was driving, but she did get to hear the dings every time she got one of our several dozen messages.  P and I are fun, aren't we?

We went to Tokyo Joe's which, other than J and our other friends, is one of the things we miss most about Denver.  P and I averaged about one visit per week when we lived on 12th and York.  That probably speaks to the many "puffy" pictures of us from our days in Denver.  I can still order my usual without missing a beat!  Big white chicken bowl with brown rice, vegetables and Oyako sauce.

After TJs, we went to DU.  P bought one of every hat in the bookstore (at one point, he said something like, "I'm going to get a hat everywhere we go."  And he wasn't kidding.) and I got Dad a shirt for Father's Day.  On the way out of the store, J ran into her nemesis -- the one she called in sick to that very morning!  We also dragged J upstairs in University Hall where we all met many years ago.  It was as depressing as I remember it.

Then we made our way to J's house where we met Brian!  I use a "!" because this was the first time P and I were meeting Brian, and he made a VERY good first impression on us.  Which was very much a relief given the last time we met one of J's sig others (the week of her wedding).  But let's not dwell on that right now.  Dave?  If you're reading this, we all hate you.  And Mike, if YOU'RE reading this, I don't care if you've "never hated anyone".  We have and we do.

We all went to The Highlands (tm) that evening, J's favorite place in Denver.  Specifically, we went to Highland Tavern, where we met J's and Brian's friends.  It turned out to be a very fun evening of drinking way too much, and getting to know each other.  P and I had shots for the first time in I-can't-remember-when -- rumplemintz.

Then we went back to The Friends' house only to realize not a one of us was sober enough to drive back to J's.  So, we called a cab.  I've only been in a cab one other time in Denver, back when P and I were first dating, and I drunk dialed him.  And our relationship even made it through that.

When we got back to J's, we also realized that not a one of us had keys to the house.  All of the doors at J's (for once) were locked tight.  Luckily her bedroom window was unlocked.  After frantically detaching the screen from the house and chucking it, we lifted the window and climbed precariously on the glass-topped patio table.  I put my hand on a rusty nail (don't worry, I have a tetanus shot!) and promptly bled all over.  Equally as promptly, I was kicked off the table.  P climbed inside and let us in.

As I was about to fall into bed, I said, "I can't find my iPhone".  And then I fell fast asleep.  Cut to the next morning.  I woke up, sat straight up in bed, and freaked out.  I tried calling the bar and my phone several (hundred) times, to no avail.  I had no idea where I might have left it.  When everyone else woke up, I told them what had happened.  Brian casually mentioned that he had the card for the cabbie from the night before.  Who gets a card from a cabbie?!  I called and left him a voicemail to call me back, explaining that I might have left my phone in the back of the cab.

Back when I bought my iPhone, I was offered the option of purchasing "mobile me".  One of the features of that software would have allowed me to track my phone wherever it was.  Being my mother's son, I'm cheap.  So, I didn't purchase said software.  P managed to find an app that would do the same thing.  We were able to track my phone to within 35 meters of where it was located.  It was in a cab!  We could hearing it ringing inside.

Being the frantic person that I was (and typically am), I immediately knocked on the door of the house the cab was parked in front of.  A tiny woman whose native language was not english answered.  After listening to my probably incoherent story, she said that her husband would be out in five minutes.  He was in the shower.  When the cab driver finally came outside, he didn't act scared at all that we had TRACKED HIM TO HIS HOUSE.  He got my phone out of his locked glove compartment and gave it to me.  He did make a point of saying that he had gotten my message, and that he had planned to call me back.  Apparently he had worked until 3am.  None of us had cash, so I couldn't tip him.  But I did get his card, and I do have his home address, so I will send him something.

I'm really not sure what I would have done if I had not gotten my phone back.  But every single possible scenario was racing through my head as we were racing to that poor cabbie's house.  Including what might happen if it was NOT the cabbie's house when we got to where the phone was.  For the rest of the trip, I was the running joke.  Everyone would look at me every time we left anywhere and say, "Do you have your phone, David?"

I purchased mobile me when I got home, too.

David Tired

It's 11:30pm and I have to work tomorrow. I'm still up though! Why? Well, for a few reasons:

1. I'm addicted to these dumb games on Facebook (Farm Town and YoVille).
2. P is working tonight, I'm home alone, and am scared of the dark.
3. Playoff hockey has started. Well, and then I turned it to Iron Chef and now I'm hooked.

That's all, really. I hadn't posted in a while, but then, I really didn't have anything to say... Meh. I really SHOULD go to bed. But that would just mean a lot of me staring at our bedroom doorway waiting for a ghost to come in and scare the crap out of me. Before I do sign off, just one quick note on the whole "raising money with blog ads" thing. We've made twenty cents. Plane tickets, here we come!

ZZZZZZZ

Scared of the Dark

That's right, I'm scared of the dark. I have always been scared of the dark. I believe it all started with "Howard the Duck" when I was a little boy. But that's for another post.

Recently, P went to Omaha to visit his parents. I wanted to post this then, but was afraid someone would see I was home alone and come attack me in my sleep. This is how my nights go when I'm home alone:

1. I turn each and every light on in the house.

2. I sit on the couch so that I have a strategic advantage. I can look down the entire length of the apartment. I find myself looking down the hall CONSTANTLY.

3. I stay up as late as possible for two reasons - first, that way I make myself super tired so I can fall right to sleep. Second, I don't have to face trying to fall asleep until I absolutely have to.

4. When I finally DO go to bed, I leave at least one light on all night. That way I can make out any shadow monsters on the walls and get the hell out of there.

5. I am super grumpy due to lack of sleep. I also have bloodshot eyes.

I should point out that I'm much less scared of someone breaking in than I am of some sort of ghost-like thing showing up. I lock the apartment up nice and tight even when I'm NOT home alone (thanks to my father for that sickness). And, I have one cat that I'm convinced will go for the jugular of a real person who is stupid enough to break in.

Matters certainly aren't helped by my watching shows like "Ghost Hunters" on SciFi. That is one of my favorite shows of all time. But you KNOW I'm scared when I cannot even watch that when I'm home alone. And P wonders why I can't watch "The Strangers"... my worst nightmare on film.

Well, time for bed. But first I need to check behind the shower curtain to make sure no one is ready to pounce. Wish me luck!