Drama..
Good GAWD! This is ridiculous. For the past 6 months, my entire life has pretty much revolved around the fact that my best friend is getting married. I've been to umpteen dress fittings, visited countless reception venues, helped pick out the flowers.. you name it, I've done it.
And I've done it all because this is my best friend's wedding. And I love her with all my heart, this girl isn't just my friend, she's my family.
2 months ago, she ended up in the hospital for dehydration due to her new pregnancy (which added a whole 'nother level of difficulty to the wedding planning process), then two weeks later, her fiance ended up in the hospital as well for a punctured lung.. and all through it, I've assured my best friend that this is the "last of the bad things that will happen in relation to your wedding."
Apparently, I'm a big, fat freakin' liar.
We got all our friends together Saturday night for the bride's bachelorette party. Now, mind you-- our initial plans included something with food and heading to our favorite club for copious amounts of alcohol. But, with my best friend's emerging pregnancy.. plans were changed. We decided to do a slumber party theme. We all dressed up in jammies (mine were SuperGirl jammies, complete with matching cookie monster flip-flops) and headed to a restaurant nearby named "Bone Daddy's."
We arrive about 8:45 for a 9:30 reservation, which was fine. We already had the reservation, we just showed up earlier so those of us who are not "with child" could start "getting our drink on" as soon as possible. We get seated, order drinks, and order our food.
Another friend of mine leaned over and said, "let's go to the bar and do a shot." Sure, no problemo-- I'm all about drinking. (the intent with drinking so much was to get plastered so our pregnant friend could laugh at all of us, seeing as she couldn't partake with us.) On with the story.
I grab my wallet out of my purse and head to the bar. Shot done, drink over.. back to the table. We start talking about bad driver's license pictures and I pulled my DL out of my wallet to compare with my friends. Put the DL back in my wallet, back into my purse and set my purse down.
Not 2 minutes later, same friend says, "we should go smoke before dinner gets here." Good idea, we were in Dallas and you can't smoke in restaurants there.. gotta go outside. Reach down for the purse-- and YUP-- you guessed it.
GONE.
Amid the confusion that went with frantically searching under the table (how many of us have assumed our purse was missing in a restaurant, only to find it under the chair or something?), the bus boy comes over because he heard me say, "My purse is missing." He asked me, "What color was your purse?" I told him it was black. And the guy darts off. I kinda shook my head at him, but went back to frantically searching for my purse.
I go outside, looking for him after we realize that my purse has, indeed, been stolen. He's confronting a woman in the parking lot. God bless this guy, but he didn't speak really good English (or maybe I was just too stupefied to understand *anything* anyone was saying), and I was kind of in a daze about the whole thing. I walk over to him and say, "What's going on?" Actually, I *tried* to say that.. What I said was "Wha---" and the lady he was talking to starts SCREAMING AT ME at the top of her lungs. "You ****ing B****.. how dare you f-ing accuse me of stealing your things. You better talk to your boy here, or I'm about to---" and I cut her off. I told her I didn't even know what was going on.. that I meant no disrespect, but my purse was missing, and this guy felt as though he had a lead. I *apologized* to this woman. Told her I was sorry if she felt as though she was being "profiled." (her words, not mine-- the woman was black and very kindly *insert massive sarcasm here* played the "race card" against me during her tirade.
She's still screaming and tells me that her mother is eating dinner in the restaurant, and they are coming back.. blah blah blah.. they're (she had 2 kids with her) just running to the gas station.. and we can go check with her "mother." So I kinda back off, because I didn't see my purse dangling from her shoulder. I didn't have any proof that she *had* taken it. At this point, one of my friends is calling 911.. I call my husband, "Baby, call the bank." And the bus boy keeps telling me, "I know she has your purse." 2 seconds later, the manager walks out-- "We have her on tape, she did it." So the bus boy takes off down the road to go to the gas station she had said she was headed to, and we all realize that she is now *past* the gas station, currently sauntering under 75 (local highway for my out-of-town readers).. so he tears off running after her. Manager gets in his freakin' truck and starts to follow her. So we're feeling pretty good. The cops are on their way, and they are doing their best to keep tabs on her til the police arrive.
Right?
Wrong.
Police never showed up. They called back and told me they could take my report over the phone. Miffed-- but so sick of dealing with everything, I just tell the cop what happened. "Here's your report number, blah blah blah." So I'm aggravated as hell. But I figure, "what's done is done. Let's get back to the party." Well, when we get back into the restaurant-- we finally get a chance to talk to the manager about the whole "seeing her on tape" situation. So he lays it all out. They see the woman who confronted me in the parking lot on the tape, distracting the waitress while her daughter kicks my purse away from the table, and then quickly picks it up and they both walk out of the restaurant. Yes, you read that correctly-- this woman used her OWN CHILD (well.. I assume it was her kid, she could have hired them for all I know) to steal my purse. Then I get the story from the bus boy, cuz I asked him how he knew they had taken it (this was before they looked at the tapes).. and he said that he was walking by our table to the kitchen and he saw the kid kicking something on the floor and he thought it looked weird, but dismissed it because it was a kid. Your mind just doesn't go there. Then when he walked by the table again and heard me say, "I can't find my purse," he put two and two together and took off after them.
Can we get a round of applause for Francisco the bus boy and Gary, the manager of Bone Daddy's in Dallas? These guys were un-freakin'-believable in their dedication to catching this woman. If the police had *actually* showed up, these guys would have been responsible for catching this woman, and I would have been none the worse for wear. Problem solved.
But the police didn't.
So I was out my wallet (with all my ID, credit card, and pictures of Isaac), my cell phone, my pager, my freakin' birth control pills (if I get pregnant-- it's all this bitch's fault.), my keys, the keys to my best friend's parent's house (where we were crashing that night), and all my odds and ends from my purse. Not to mention my purse!! I have the coolest purse EVER. My purse is made of seatbelts. Check it out here http://www.seatbeltbags.com/default.aspx?CatalogID=13 Mine is the "mini-messenger" bag. So I'm out another 90 bucks for it. Ohh, and the good part of the purse thing, I went to buy another one online-- and guess what? They don't have it BLACK, which was the color I had it in. I found it on another site, but I just hate shelling out the cash for another one (the aforementioned wedding plans have really strained our budget), so I guess I'll have to wait.
This is so freakin' disturbing. This woman used her kid to take my stuff. There are no freakin' words for how sick this is. Who would do something like that? Apparently, that crazy bitch would.
Karma is gonna get that bitch, I just know it.
I'll post later.. but I gotta call the detective back and all that jazz..
More details to come.
BTW-- if anyone was wondering.. YES-- this *does* suck.
And I've done it all because this is my best friend's wedding. And I love her with all my heart, this girl isn't just my friend, she's my family.
2 months ago, she ended up in the hospital for dehydration due to her new pregnancy (which added a whole 'nother level of difficulty to the wedding planning process), then two weeks later, her fiance ended up in the hospital as well for a punctured lung.. and all through it, I've assured my best friend that this is the "last of the bad things that will happen in relation to your wedding."
Apparently, I'm a big, fat freakin' liar.
We got all our friends together Saturday night for the bride's bachelorette party. Now, mind you-- our initial plans included something with food and heading to our favorite club for copious amounts of alcohol. But, with my best friend's emerging pregnancy.. plans were changed. We decided to do a slumber party theme. We all dressed up in jammies (mine were SuperGirl jammies, complete with matching cookie monster flip-flops) and headed to a restaurant nearby named "Bone Daddy's."
We arrive about 8:45 for a 9:30 reservation, which was fine. We already had the reservation, we just showed up earlier so those of us who are not "with child" could start "getting our drink on" as soon as possible. We get seated, order drinks, and order our food.
Another friend of mine leaned over and said, "let's go to the bar and do a shot." Sure, no problemo-- I'm all about drinking. (the intent with drinking so much was to get plastered so our pregnant friend could laugh at all of us, seeing as she couldn't partake with us.) On with the story.
I grab my wallet out of my purse and head to the bar. Shot done, drink over.. back to the table. We start talking about bad driver's license pictures and I pulled my DL out of my wallet to compare with my friends. Put the DL back in my wallet, back into my purse and set my purse down.
Not 2 minutes later, same friend says, "we should go smoke before dinner gets here." Good idea, we were in Dallas and you can't smoke in restaurants there.. gotta go outside. Reach down for the purse-- and YUP-- you guessed it.
GONE.
Amid the confusion that went with frantically searching under the table (how many of us have assumed our purse was missing in a restaurant, only to find it under the chair or something?), the bus boy comes over because he heard me say, "My purse is missing." He asked me, "What color was your purse?" I told him it was black. And the guy darts off. I kinda shook my head at him, but went back to frantically searching for my purse.
I go outside, looking for him after we realize that my purse has, indeed, been stolen. He's confronting a woman in the parking lot. God bless this guy, but he didn't speak really good English (or maybe I was just too stupefied to understand *anything* anyone was saying), and I was kind of in a daze about the whole thing. I walk over to him and say, "What's going on?" Actually, I *tried* to say that.. What I said was "Wha---" and the lady he was talking to starts SCREAMING AT ME at the top of her lungs. "You ****ing B****.. how dare you f-ing accuse me of stealing your things. You better talk to your boy here, or I'm about to---" and I cut her off. I told her I didn't even know what was going on.. that I meant no disrespect, but my purse was missing, and this guy felt as though he had a lead. I *apologized* to this woman. Told her I was sorry if she felt as though she was being "profiled." (her words, not mine-- the woman was black and very kindly *insert massive sarcasm here* played the "race card" against me during her tirade.
She's still screaming and tells me that her mother is eating dinner in the restaurant, and they are coming back.. blah blah blah.. they're (she had 2 kids with her) just running to the gas station.. and we can go check with her "mother." So I kinda back off, because I didn't see my purse dangling from her shoulder. I didn't have any proof that she *had* taken it. At this point, one of my friends is calling 911.. I call my husband, "Baby, call the bank." And the bus boy keeps telling me, "I know she has your purse." 2 seconds later, the manager walks out-- "We have her on tape, she did it." So the bus boy takes off down the road to go to the gas station she had said she was headed to, and we all realize that she is now *past* the gas station, currently sauntering under 75 (local highway for my out-of-town readers).. so he tears off running after her. Manager gets in his freakin' truck and starts to follow her. So we're feeling pretty good. The cops are on their way, and they are doing their best to keep tabs on her til the police arrive.
Right?
Wrong.
Police never showed up. They called back and told me they could take my report over the phone. Miffed-- but so sick of dealing with everything, I just tell the cop what happened. "Here's your report number, blah blah blah." So I'm aggravated as hell. But I figure, "what's done is done. Let's get back to the party." Well, when we get back into the restaurant-- we finally get a chance to talk to the manager about the whole "seeing her on tape" situation. So he lays it all out. They see the woman who confronted me in the parking lot on the tape, distracting the waitress while her daughter kicks my purse away from the table, and then quickly picks it up and they both walk out of the restaurant. Yes, you read that correctly-- this woman used her OWN CHILD (well.. I assume it was her kid, she could have hired them for all I know) to steal my purse. Then I get the story from the bus boy, cuz I asked him how he knew they had taken it (this was before they looked at the tapes).. and he said that he was walking by our table to the kitchen and he saw the kid kicking something on the floor and he thought it looked weird, but dismissed it because it was a kid. Your mind just doesn't go there. Then when he walked by the table again and heard me say, "I can't find my purse," he put two and two together and took off after them.
Can we get a round of applause for Francisco the bus boy and Gary, the manager of Bone Daddy's in Dallas? These guys were un-freakin'-believable in their dedication to catching this woman. If the police had *actually* showed up, these guys would have been responsible for catching this woman, and I would have been none the worse for wear. Problem solved.
But the police didn't.
So I was out my wallet (with all my ID, credit card, and pictures of Isaac), my cell phone, my pager, my freakin' birth control pills (if I get pregnant-- it's all this bitch's fault.), my keys, the keys to my best friend's parent's house (where we were crashing that night), and all my odds and ends from my purse. Not to mention my purse!! I have the coolest purse EVER. My purse is made of seatbelts. Check it out here http://www.seatbeltbags.com/default.aspx?CatalogID=13 Mine is the "mini-messenger" bag. So I'm out another 90 bucks for it. Ohh, and the good part of the purse thing, I went to buy another one online-- and guess what? They don't have it BLACK, which was the color I had it in. I found it on another site, but I just hate shelling out the cash for another one (the aforementioned wedding plans have really strained our budget), so I guess I'll have to wait.
This is so freakin' disturbing. This woman used her kid to take my stuff. There are no freakin' words for how sick this is. Who would do something like that? Apparently, that crazy bitch would.
Karma is gonna get that bitch, I just know it.
I'll post later.. but I gotta call the detective back and all that jazz..
More details to come.
BTW-- if anyone was wondering.. YES-- this *does* suck.
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