Had a good night tonight. Met up with my friend Kyle and went out dancing. Love the kid. We always have such a great time when we go out. We meet the most random and cool people, and have fun without really trying. I ran into my good friend David. I met him my first night in NYC. I arrived with no where to stay and my friend who was vacationing here knew David casually ad introduced us. David let me sleep on a blow up mattress at his apartment while I searched for something more permanent.
Saturday night (after the Yanni concert) we met up with Devon and Brian in Brooklyn. We made our way to a local club. A girl came up to me and asked to dance. We danced for a song or so. She admitted she was trying to introduce me to her friend she was with. When I explained I had a boyfriend she laughed and we booth turned our attention back to our respective friends. Fifteen minutes later Devon was going around flustered asking everyone if they had seen his bag. I noticed the girl was gone, and not having had the best feeling about her I decided to look for her. I found her near the exit. Not wanting to accuse her of stealing I said “my friend lost his bag do you think you may have picked it up by accident?” It was then that I noticed she had two bags. She said no, they were both her’s and said something about being from out of town. I had no idea what Devons bag looked liked so I immeditaly started looking for him. A few minutes later I found him and told him about what had just happened and described the two bags. We booked it back to the exit. The girl was gone… We walked outside, and spotted here down the sidewalk. Devon recognized his bag and started yelling at her to give him back his bag. Feeling a little awkward by the situation I hung back near the building. After getting it back we searched through it and were relieved to find his shirt, camera and sunglasses were still there.
(Photo: Devon a few weekends ago at Central Park.)