I myself imbibed in very little but others did not fare so well. Earlier in the day there was a gathering called Santa Con-basically you dress up as Santa and bar hop all day long. Well some of the guests had participated in Santa Con and decided to end their night at the holiday party we were at. You realize what this probably resulted in, right? HOT MESS-APALOOZA 2011.
One of the Santa clad ladies was hurtin bad-or at least you could tell she was going to hurt bad the next day. Thankfully, someone realized she would be better off at home so she left, with her black jacket and her Santa red dress, up under her arm pits. Classy.
The night wore on and Jon and I decided to go home. We go to grab our jackets, Jon's is there, but mine is nowhere to be found! AND(!) my car keys that were in Jon's zippered jacket pocket were gone! So we try not to jump to conclusions and we do our best search effort while in the midst of at least 50 guests. It was for sure, my keys were taken from Jon's pocket and my black pea coat was gone. I instantly assumed that the tipsy Mrs.Clause was the culprit but I couldn't be sure.
Cue freak out.
My mind started to rifle through the things that having my keys stolen would result in. First of all, we couldn't drive our car home, we couldn't get into our apartment (Frank was home alone too), I couldn't get into my office at work, and least of all, but still annoying, my library card and gym card were on there too! UGH times ten! So our friends drove us home, we had to wake up our landlord (who thankfully lives in the complex!) he let us in our place, we got our spare keys and our friends then drove Jon back to the party to get our car.
This morning I woke up with a start of anxiety about having to replace all of the keys but realized that in the grand scheme of things in life it wasn't the end of the world. So I let it go. I also told Jon that part of me was still holding out hope that the keys and my jacket would show up. He said not to hold my breath and deep down I agreed. But then Jon gets a call from his friend saying that he tracked down the tipsy gal and she had indeed grabbed my jacket (and for some reason taken my keys from Jon's pocket). SO long story short I will be reunited with my belongings. Moral of the story, never trust a girl with her dress under her armpits and sometimes things really do work out even when you think they probably won't.
Have you ever had something taken from you at a party?