I had people over for drinks last night, mostly coworkers, although some people I don't know--all friends of friends
--showed up too.
Around 4:30 a.m. I realized I didn't know where my purse was.
At the end of the party, after searching for an hour, we found it in a dark part of my backyard, away from the deck where everyone had been sitting. The small amount of cash in my wallet, my cell phone, and, worst of all, my digital camera were gone. Fortunately, I still have the wallet itself, license, credit cards, and Lomo.
Wain called my phone this afternoon, and some dude answered but of course wouldn't say who or where he was. The guy neglected to turn the phone off, however, and stuck it in his pocket or something. We could hear a bunch of random guys talking in the background for several minutes until I started shaking and hung up. I suspended my service, which in hindsight is what I should have done right away, but at the time I was quite drunk and extremely angry. (A lucky few have read the drunken, furious post I wrote to calm myself down this morning and deleted shortly thereafter.)
I don't know what happened exactly. I know I put my purse in my bedroom when I got home from work last night. I don't remember taking it out back at any point after that, and I know for a fact I didn't just toss it out into the dark recesses of my yard. I'm also pretty sure everything was in there before the party. But who knows? I was distracted and busy by getting ready and playing hostess all night.
There has to be some explanation; I don't believe anyone who was in my house last night would mess with my shit. My bedroom window was open; maybe someone off the street climbed in and grabbed it? But that doesn't make much sense. Why would anyone sneak into a house where a party was going on, grab one bag out of several (I cringe when I think of how many people I told to just leave their stuff in my room), rummage through it, selectively snatch some valuables, and then go out of their way to dump it in the backyard, with a bunch of smokers sitting maybe twenty feet away?
I suppose it's possible. I don't know. This is just really confusing.
What I do know is that I'm sad and freaked out, and I miss my camera already.
That's my drama for the day. On the bright side, I had a really good time hanging out with everyone at the party. I'll just have to be more careful with my house and my stuff from now on.