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Post 1870, Day 160 of 2017
- 2,352 days since I started this blog -
- 2,352 days since I started this blog -
I had a gig tonight with Scuba Gear. It was at the Salt City Grill (the former Flat Iron Grill, whose closure in 2016 cost me so many gigs), outsie on the patio stage.
The gig went well, and afterwards, I was bound for a party celebrating a friend's retirement, where a blues band I had played with years ago was performing. I figured it would be a good time, and I wanted to support my friends, so I invited everyone in Scuba Gear.
As I pulled out of the parking lot, and got on the road, and signalled a left turn, I realized my headlights were off, and turned them on. Nonetheless, on the entrance ramp to I81, a cop rolled up behind me, lights flashing. The officer was at my window before I could get out my wallet - he told me my lights were off, I told him, blinking into his flashlight, that I had realized that at the light and turned them on. I expected a ticket - he had me dead to rights, driving with my lights off in the night - but he just said, "I see they're on, be careful!" and walked back to his ride.
Not everybody in Scuba Gear showed up, but the ones that did had a good time. I was really hungry, but when I asked, the kitchen at this bar was closed (it was, after all, after eleven by now). The vending machine was out of order. I grabbed a couple of candy bars left over from a party gift (I wanted to steal the whole chocolate chip party cake, but it was untouched, and that seemed too selfish, even for me). A Scuba Gear band member and her boyfriend left before the end of the last set, the three of us remaining decided to go to Mama Nancy's for a very late dinner/early breakfast.
It was there that I discovered my wallet was missing. I searched my man purse, I searched my car. No wallet. I remembered the last time I had used it, which was shopping before the gig. I remembered being about to look for it when I had to deal with the cop. I couldn't remember, hours later, whether I had it in my hand when that went down.
I told my friends what to order for me, and then drove back to the party. Some of my friends were still loading out, and helped me search for it, but it wasn't found and hadn't been turned in. I went back to Mama Nancy's, where my food had just been brought out, and my bandmates were very sympathetic. I thought I would have to check the now-closed restaurant before I could say the wallet was gone, put it out of my mind and enjoyed my first Big Anthony frittata since January.
Then I drove back to the restaurant (conveniently, only a block out of the way from my route back to my apartment. The patio was open, so I had no trouble searching the stage. No wallet. I looked behind the stage (bounded only by a wrought-iron fence), which had some ornamental shrubbery, and there it was: Spread-eagled on a bush branch. What a relief!
I realized if the police officer had asked for my license and registration, I'd have been screwed. But, for whatever reason, he didn't care (first time ever for me that I was stopped and let go that easily).
If I'd ordered from the restaurant at the party, I'd have been screwed there, too.
I still think I'm the luckiest person I know. I have so much to be grateful for.
The gig went well, and afterwards, I was bound for a party celebrating a friend's retirement, where a blues band I had played with years ago was performing. I figured it would be a good time, and I wanted to support my friends, so I invited everyone in Scuba Gear.
As I pulled out of the parking lot, and got on the road, and signalled a left turn, I realized my headlights were off, and turned them on. Nonetheless, on the entrance ramp to I81, a cop rolled up behind me, lights flashing. The officer was at my window before I could get out my wallet - he told me my lights were off, I told him, blinking into his flashlight, that I had realized that at the light and turned them on. I expected a ticket - he had me dead to rights, driving with my lights off in the night - but he just said, "I see they're on, be careful!" and walked back to his ride.
Not everybody in Scuba Gear showed up, but the ones that did had a good time. I was really hungry, but when I asked, the kitchen at this bar was closed (it was, after all, after eleven by now). The vending machine was out of order. I grabbed a couple of candy bars left over from a party gift (I wanted to steal the whole chocolate chip party cake, but it was untouched, and that seemed too selfish, even for me). A Scuba Gear band member and her boyfriend left before the end of the last set, the three of us remaining decided to go to Mama Nancy's for a very late dinner/early breakfast.
It was there that I discovered my wallet was missing. I searched my man purse, I searched my car. No wallet. I remembered the last time I had used it, which was shopping before the gig. I remembered being about to look for it when I had to deal with the cop. I couldn't remember, hours later, whether I had it in my hand when that went down.
I told my friends what to order for me, and then drove back to the party. Some of my friends were still loading out, and helped me search for it, but it wasn't found and hadn't been turned in. I went back to Mama Nancy's, where my food had just been brought out, and my bandmates were very sympathetic. I thought I would have to check the now-closed restaurant before I could say the wallet was gone, put it out of my mind and enjoyed my first Big Anthony frittata since January.
Then I drove back to the restaurant (conveniently, only a block out of the way from my route back to my apartment. The patio was open, so I had no trouble searching the stage. No wallet. I looked behind the stage (bounded only by a wrought-iron fence), which had some ornamental shrubbery, and there it was: Spread-eagled on a bush branch. What a relief!
I realized if the police officer had asked for my license and registration, I'd have been screwed. But, for whatever reason, he didn't care (first time ever for me that I was stopped and let go that easily).
If I'd ordered from the restaurant at the party, I'd have been screwed there, too.
I still think I'm the luckiest person I know. I have so much to be grateful for.
Food and Diet
Today's Weight: 202.8 lbs.
Today's Weight: 202.8 lbs.
Previous Weight (6/8/17): 203.3 lbs.
Net Loss/Gain: - 1.8 lbs.
Diet Comment
Well, that's a better result than I expected.
Food Log
Breakfast
4:05pm: A bunch of samples at BJ's and Wegman's - almost all of it off-plan - and a Quest bar.
Lunch
11:00pm: Candy bars at a retirement party.
Dinner
1:35am, at Mama Nancy's:
Liquid Intake
4:05pm: A bunch of samples at BJ's and Wegman's - almost all of it off-plan - and a Quest bar.
Lunch
11:00pm: Candy bars at a retirement party.
Dinner
1:35am, at Mama Nancy's:
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| Half order of Big Anthony's Frittata (eggs, sausage, pepperoni, Swiss cheese, onions, peppers, broccoli, potatoes) and dry rye toast. |
Espressos: 1; Coffee: 0 oz.; Tea: 0 oz.; Water: 54+ oz.;
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