Village Idiots

Well, it wasn't quite as fun as I thought it might be. Down in the East Village once again, we had dinner at a Mexican place (Burritos the size of one's arm), and went to a local bar that K had heard good things about. Now, the East Village is NYU territory, and so the local bars are very strict on ID-ing people. I carry around my UK driving licence, so I got that out, and then K went to get her wallet out...

...only to find that it wasn't there. No ID, no drinking, and of course the absence of the wallet was an issue in itself. We went back to the burrito place, then all the way back up to Morningside Heights, thinking perhaps that the wallet had been stolen or dropped somewhere, but to no avail. Nowhere to be found. Luckily there wasn't anything irreplaceable in it - $28, a credit card and a driving licence. Still, it was a bit of a pain in the arse and put the kibosh on what would have otherwise been a pretty good night out.

I popped in to see K this morning just before going for breakfast with Juliet, my friend and her roommate, and apparently the card hasn't been used, so it seems more likely that she just dropped it or left it somewhere. Same end result, of course, but not quite as disturbing as if it had been pickpocketed. If it was, though, whoever stole it was a real latterday Artful Dodger - the subway wasn't at all crowded, nor was the place where we ate.