bethofalltrades

I won't go into detail, but let's say it included my nearly having a meltdown in the middle of 23rd street because of the 3,000 CDs; Amanda and I running late to EVERYTHING because there isn't enough time in the world; and, the ultimate, my leaving my bag with wallet, all credit cards, all ID, video camera, regular camera, my and Amanda's brand new not out of the box iPhones AND $5,000 worth of cash (that was not mine)... in a cab.

When I realized, the meltdown happened. I cried into Amanda's shirt and she told me that it would all be fine and it's only money and it will come back or it won't and either way, no one dies.

I feel like complete shit today, but I also recognize that I am really, really lucky.

Love,
Beth

Update. Amanda tracked down my bag... at the bar we were at last night.

I remember putting it down to do a shot with the very hot bartender... and apparently the whiskey went to my head and I didn't pick it up again.

Relief.

Love,
Beth

Yesterday, in the day of many consecutive days that finally broke me, there were several small bright spots.

Returning Amanda's iPhone to the Apple Store and having the boy who was helping me say, "You're awesome, by the way. I love your music. You're great." I said "Thank you! You're great too."

(We don't really look that much alike, but I suppose if you've only ever seen her in whiteface you might think that she'd look kind of like me if she wasn't wearing makeup.)

New keys from friends at the in-store.

And this:


Despite the stress and feelings of being overwhelmed and of fucking everything up... my life is pretty great. The point is breathing, I suppose.

Love,
Beth