Where oh where could my little cell phone be?

Not twenty minutes after dinner with my dad and his girlfriend, my best friend Cody and I look at each other and make the agreement to get drinks together that night. This is the moment I should have agreed to just stay at his place and drink, but little did I know that escapade that would unfold for me that evening. After returning home from dinner we ran a quick errand to fill up the air in my tires and to make a stop at the liquor store. After acquiring a very very cheap bottle of rum and some redbulls we dropped my truck off and headed back to his place where his girlfriend kindly agreed to be our sober driver not just home from the bars, but also to them! We began playing the usual card games because we wanted to hit the bar with a buzz before ten and it was already nine fifteen, uh oh. Fast forward an hour. We've made it downtown and are hanging out at Fatty's when I get a call from my roommate Sam asking me to come to Sonic. Somehow I convince her to come join us out at the bars. About thirty minutes later the three of us are heading to bustling bar known as Bistro, drinks and dancing is what I have on my mind. We spend a bit of time there, we enjoy double rum and cokes with grenadine. I suggest we go to Dirty Little Roddy's - I have a plan to ride the bull there. I wake up at home the next morning.

Group Selfies that I don't Remember. Cody, Sam, Me

Wait, What? Where's my phone? Shit - its at China Blue.

I don't know how I know any of this, so begins piecing my night together. I type out a few frantic facebook messages to Sam and Cody, they confirm its at China Blue and begin the harassment of my black out. I call China Blue, voice mail. I can come in Monday from 11-2 and get my phone. Alright cool. All is solved, Ill just go in Monday and get my phone no big deal. I bum around the house and finish Burn Notice (which is a great spy show with a cool cast and these amazing hysterical jazzy tropical music rifts) and get almost all the way to the end of season four on Game of Thrones (holy shit Oberyn's head though?!). All in all Sunday was pretty stress free and I even went out to dinner with my dad for fathers day (blog post about that here). Monday morning rolls around and I call my friend Sarah to hangout and go with me to get my phone, we show up at China Blue find the main office and begin searching through the lost and found, which has enough ID's, debit cards, credit cards, and any other kind of card in it to become anyone you want to be, or fund any kind of adventure you can think of, if you were to walk off with their belongings. Plus an inordinate amount of phones, mine was not one of them however. Uh oh.

We convince the lady in charge there to let us go look around in China Blue for my phone. After about fifteen minutes of painstaking searching, we give up. No luck, can't even hear it ring because its on vibrate. Ask the lady if she'd be willing to contact all of the staff as I need to leave for work the next day, she says yes but that she may not be able to get in touch with them till the next day as they have Mondays off. I ask her if I can come in the next day and talk with them and search the bar again, she says yes.  Im starting to freak out a bit at this point, I'm a broke college student trying to get through an internship thats putting me into debt, and I just lost a $400 phone. Really freaking out now. I double check everything and try to organize the facts that I have available to me.

-Guy answered my phone Saturday night and said it would be behind the bar at china blue
-phone wasn't found at chine blue or in the lost in found
-no one knows who the mystery man is

Im really really freaking out now, pretty much to the point that I believe I'm never going to see my phone again, god forbid I lose the object that allows me to send silly pictures to my friends on snapchat, fawn over women on tinder, post selfies on instagram, stay perpetually connected to everything ever to avoid FOMO, oh and did I mention, access to all of my bank accounts, emails, private info, etc. Really just not the object you want to have land in the wrong hands.

Tuesday morning arrives and I head downtown, the staff all says that none of them have seen it and that there's only one guy they haven't been able to get in touch with that might know. I ask the lady in charge if she wouldn't mind calling him, she politely agrees, I happen to see his name and phone number on his employment file. I memorize them both immediately - yeah watching too much tv about spy's and you start to think you are one, then I head back over and systematically search everywhere inside China Blue, a place that I was told is 27,000 square feet, but that's just floor space, that doesn't include every nook, crevice, crack, shelf, or otherwise my phone could be hidden away in. I search for a half hour to no luck. I do find some change, a dollar bill, and one lucky guys ID, three credit cards, and his debit card all wrapped in his money clip. At least something good came of my searching.

When I get home I do the creepy thing and track down the guy who the office cant get ahold of via facebook and have a mutual friend message him as I cannot. He get's in touch with me and I ask him about my phone, turns out he is the mystery man I had been looking for, he tells me my phone is sitting on the cash register keyboard at the icebar inside China Blue. I call the lady in charge and she goes over and looks, and much to my very very stressed surprise, she found my phone just an hour before I needed to leave. Thank you karma for that save!

Since the experience I have changed my life in the following ways; I drink slightly less when I go out, and I also have the wheres my iphone app installed now, so I can at least have some hope of finding it if I ever lose it again. Remember kids, if you take your phone out drinking - you're gonna have a bad time.