I had such a great post planned. SUCH a great post. It involved telling you how my skeptical self and I went to a Gold Party at my bff’s last night expecting to maybe make about $50 and eat some twizzlers. I mean, I brought some old gold necklaces and earrings that I haven’t worn in years, and we won’t mention the blinged-out necklace with my name on it (bat-mitzvah gift). So, $50. That was going to make me happy.
and then, Elliot, my new best friend told me, he didn’t even let me venture a guess…
$1270
holy. shit. I know. and don’t think I hadn’t planned out the HD Flip and the iphone I was going to purchase with this nice little surprise (happy birthday to me!). I took the WAD of money, all nicely wrapped in a rubber band and put it away in my wallet, in my purse.
All you could see was my grin. It was EAR TO EAR, folks.
until.
oh, until.
(sadly, this post is NOT the post I set out to write)
Because this morning when I opened my wallet, I didn’t find the rubber-banded wad of cash. What I found was an open wallet, a missing rubber band, and exactly $270.
Someone at the party stole $1000 from my purse. Right under my nose.
SOMEONE I KNOW. IN MY BEST FRIEND’S HOUSE. WENT INTO MY PURSE, INTO MY WALLET AND TOOK OUT $1000.
and left me a $270 tip. kthxbai. talk about a slap in the fucking face.
I am violated. I am embarrassed. I am sad. I am shocked.
I am embarrassed to be a woman who is part of a community where its members show up to a party in someone’s home and STEAL MONEY from people they know.
I have lost my faith in people. People who have been inside my home. People who smile and make small talk about selling my house and my move to Atlanta. People whose children go to school with mine. People who go to my synagogue. People whose faces were in the pictures I took last night.
(Some of you out there are afraid to post your children’s names on the internet? I’d be more afraid of the people who are right under your nose…they are the REAL sick ones)
I lost a lot more than money last night.
my husband always knows what not to say. I mean, he didn’t say “it’s only money” because he knows WAY better than to think this is actually about money.
he also knows what to say. when I got to work this morning, he sent me this:
Don’t lose faith in all humanity babe.
I know some pretty cool girls who drove 12 hours to support a friend.
and then I wept again.