when i worked for scene magazine (the REAL scene magazine, not the weird free times/scene hybrid) as a house account manager a large portion of my job consisted of me driving all over northeast ohio picking up money weekly for my clients advertisements.
i had to go to all sorts of interesting places from nice restaurants and dive bars to music venues and strip clubs. hey, even christie's cabaret needs to advertise sometimes.
and no, they didn't pay me in dollar dollar bills y'all.
at times i had clients that would only be available to cut a check after "normal" work hours or on the weekends, it was just part of the job.
two years ago on new years eve was one of those instances.
i had made a trip to shoptalk lingerie in maple heights to collect some money - the store was basically an adult toy store in a not so good neighborhood. i was friendly with the owner so we were chatting about how i was spending my NYE and how i really didn't want to go out with my friends. i was standing on one side of the counter when a customer came up wanting to get rung up.
an awesome drag queen customer to make it that much better.
i moved aside browsing through some items, waiting for rupaul to finish up. once she left i went back to chatting with the owner when i noticed that my car keys that were on the counter were gone.
but it wasn't just my car keys it was my wallet that was attached to my car keys too. my grandmother had bought me a louis vuitton monogram key chain/wallet which was attached to my car keys. oh and it had $160 cash in it, my license and all of my credit cards.
i panicked and ran out into the parking lot just knowing that my car was going to be gone just like my wallet. thankfully that wasn't the case.
but i was stuck at 7:30pm on new years ever in maple heights with no car keys, identification or money.
poo poo, who was still my roommate at the time, had yet to leave for the party so she delivered me my spare car key as i waited to file the police report. i was fuming but there wasn't anything i could do about it.
i had to buy a new car key, a new apartment key and you know damn straight i bought another louis vuitton key chain. this time i didn't scream LV though - red epi leather ftw!
this NYE instance was just another example of why i hate new years eve. for those of you who know me by now you get that i love to go out, party and have a good time but i just can't enjoy it on new years eve.
confession: i haven't gone out on new years eve in four years!
here's hoping that next year i'll have someone to ring in the new year with.