A few years ago, when I first listened to the lyrics of Lady Gaga’s Just Dance, I literally laughed out loud because I could relate all too well with the lyrics, especially from my party days of the 90’s. In particular, the line Where are my keys? I lost my phone! resonated with me. I cannot even count all of the items I have lost out in bars and clubs in my day. Credit cards, cameras, clip earrings, my cookies and even consciousness that time I got roofied at Club Montage. I don’t think I ever lost a phone, but that’s because in the late 90’s my cell phone resembled a brick, rather than the sleek, luscious iPhone I have now, or more accurately, had last week. Yes, this past Friday night, while out at the Del Mar Race Track and subsequent bar-hopping GNO with my fellow bloggy pals, I lost my beloved phone. And if I had had my keys with me, I probably would have lost them too. Let’s just say I’d had a little bit too much, too much.
The night started off fabulously, with a lot of eating, drinking, gambling and VIP treatment at the track. (Thank you DMTC for the awesome event!) Here’s me, down in the winner’s circle, tweeting on my hot pink appendage.
Do you see the love in my eyes?
After winning a whopping $4.80 (on an $18.00 bet) and grooving to the tunes of Neil Diamond, a group of us gals headed to Del Mar Plaza for some sushi, and more drinking. Our laughter got us shushed by some local Del Marians who’s shit doesn’t stink, but we continued our raucous behavior despite the dirty, disapproving looks. All four of us tweeted and texted from the table, as all good bloggy gals do, and I sent my last text around 11:15pm.
After dinner we headed across the street to the swanky L’Auberge for what we thought would be one last drink in a quiet hotel lobby bar, til we arrived and realized it was a full-on night club scene, complete with jockeys from the track and enough cleavage to hide a hundred of the little riders.
Somewhere between the Sushi restaurant and hopping in the cab outside of L’Auberge, my precious pink phone disappeared. I noticed it missing in the cab ride home but couldn’t do much about it at that point. The next morning, after awaking with a heinous headache, I called around Del Mar, inquiring about my missing phone, but to no avail. Later in the day, I drove down to Del Mar and re-traced my steps. Alas, still no phone.
I’m thinking the phone was cursed anyway, since I had at one point smashed it and then a week later dropped it in a full glass of water (though it still worked after the water). But if and when I get a new phone, it will be my THIRD iPhone. That is one expensive appendage. The most frustrating thing about it all is that AT&T does not insure iPhones so my dilemma now is whether to get the same phone, since I clearly can’t be trusted with such a precious, pricey piece of equipment!
Does anyone know how to insure an iPhone? Or how I can permanently affix it to my body?