Saturday night started well. I met some friends for dinner and drinks at a local Mexican restaurant. We had a lot of good laughs and conversation.

A couple of our friends are fuddy duddy’s old wanted to go home early. So we dropped them off. Too bad there isn’t a photo of me showing my friend’s little girls how I can put my foot behind my head.

Then we moved on to a bachelorette party. A good friend of mine from high school came in to town for her cousin’s bachelorette party.

They had a party bus driving them around town. So we hopped on the bus and cruised to a few bars.

At one point my cell phone fell off of my pocket. I noticed it within probably 10 minutes of losing it. I ran back out to the bus, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I started to freak out. And I was really sad.

[Please ignore the weird thing I do with my eyebrows. For some reason I raise one eyebrow every. single. time somebody takes a picture of me. I don't know why. I just can't stop.]

I spent the rest of the night crying in to my drink about my lost cell phone. I tried to get my friend’s husband to buy me a new one, but he wasn’t going for it.

But there is good news. A girl found my phone in the street and picked it up. She called the number for “home” and got a hold of Lee. So on Sunday morning he met her and got my phone back (and gave her $20). There really are good people still left in the world, just as I was starting to lose faith in the kindness of strangers.

And now all is right with the world because I have my phone back.

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