THE NIGHT I WAS BURGLARED

Last night started as any other night would. Karen and I went to check out a space for as new party we want to throw. We picked up my friend Josh afterwards and headed to union square where we all parted ways for a little while. Karen and I met back up at bar ELEVEN for Audrey's party that we were DJing (or pressing play and stop on the cd decks as some of you like to point out), and had a great time. We danced. We sung off key like dying songbirds of prey. We hugged and kissed our friends and played a set consisting of all songs we wanted to dedicate to each person there -- including "here comes the bride," which I had in my collection from the wedding i DJed a couple weeks ago (by the way, i love djing weddings if anyone needs a dj).

After our set we danced around to Audrey's set for an hour and then headed over to the Darkroom to meet up with people. Me, Karen, Leigh and Michael sat at a table taking photos of ourselves doing the Leigh photo face that all those people on this blog said she pulls in pictures. I made fun of her for being too young and too skinny. It was fun. Razorlight were also there, and I managed to remember that they were playing a show tonight at Sin-e (8pm if you want to go) and asked to be put on the list. Being ever-so-polite, they assured me that i'd be taken care of. There will be an after party for their show at the Darkroom tonight, incase you're looking for something fun to do.

Anyway, we were all enjoying ourselves, chatting about family and friends when Pete the barback came up to me holding my drivers license. "Is your name Sarah?" he asked. "Yeah, what's up Pete? What are you doing with my drivers license?" "Your bag was stolen. Some dude took your money, but i think everything else is in there. We found it in the garbage with some other purses."

I went to the bar to collect my items with the other girls when Josh asked if everything was there. I told him all was there except for my money (which i knew was stolen), my phone (which, if you've ever seen it, really is a piece of shit and hardly works), and my digital camera. I was packing my shit when i realized that Josh had disappeared. I looked around for him for a bit and went outside to see if he was there. I ran into Pete who then asked me if i got everything back.
"Yeah, cept for my camera and phone."
"Oh, your friends got that stuff back."
"They did? What are you talking about?"
"They found the dude who stole it and beat him up. Everything was recovered."

I walked up the block where i saw a bunch of cop cars and found Josh and Co. talking to a couple of cops while another few were trying to handcuff the robber. The thief was yelling that he didn't steal anything, yet, each time they reached into his pockets to pull out whatever my friends were unable to get, someone would claim their item. "Hey! you stole my stripper scented perfume!" I yelled at the dude as the cops pulled my victoria's secret love spell spray out. However, my phone and my camera were still missing. The dude was screaming from the cop car that he didn't steal anything and that he was the door man for the Darkroom as Jason (the owner) and the actual doorman stood by in disbelief.

Josh's friends told me that the dude was standing about 40 feet from the darkroom trying to sell our stolen goods. Can you fucking believe that? Forty fucking feet! Dude, if you're gonna sell our stolen shit, you should try going to at least orchard street or Houston. Don't stand across the street from Max Fish! So the dudes spotted him, he started throwing a bunch of shit around and they managed to hold him down to collect the remaining items (which included another girls' phone, travelers checks, etc.). The guy was possibly on something -- they suspect cocaine -- since he was flipping around like a fish and unresponsive to the blows they were giving him (btw, i dont condone violence at all, but i guess in this case it was needed).

I told the guys i still hadn't found my phone or camera and started picturing the person he sold my phone to calling the people in my phone book. To be honest, and i'm really not trying to be like "oooh, look whose number i have in my phone!" i was sort of worried that whomever got my phone would end up texting/calling up the musicians i have in there and telling them they suck. "Hello, Matchbox Twenty? You suck!" I don't have mb20's number, but you get the picture.

The guys told me that the dude had been throwing shit around and that my phone was probably among the stuff being tossed, so it could be under a car. Josh and I started walking up the street looking under cars when he got the bright idea to call the phone. Just as I stood in front of a car, my phone started ringing... it was sitting on top of the hood!

Still no camera. :(

For those of you who can't get into the Razorlight show or the Green Day show tonight, Inouk is playing at Tonic and definitely worth checking out. Is anyone gonna see Metric tomorrow at the Bowery?

And since putting Leigh's photo up brought me a shit load of extra traffic yesterday, i figured i'd put another one up. This time there's a little something for everyone with the addition of GEO.