the day before i left for london, my boss sent me a panicked text asking what i was going to do about my passport. a few weeks earlier, i had gone to the wave organ with some of my girlfriends and when we got home, i no longer had my wallet. i accepted the fact that the waves had swallowed my drivers license and credit cards. i cancelled my credit cards and got a temporary drivers license, and took my passport with me to dc as my photo id.
am i the only one who finds it ironic that someone found my wallet the day that i left for london? i don't think i believe in coincidences anymore.
on saturday morning, i found myself in a cafe eating breakfast with darrel.
i could summarize my weekend in london by using the following words -
even when darrel got to show me how manly he is by changing the flat tire.