SO...today was one of those days when I really wish I didn't get out of bed. I actually didn't until pretty late. I had a lazy Saturday afternoon at home, and then...made the mistake of venturing outside to the Big Bad World.
One of my profs, Ruth, was DJing at a bar on Brick Lane in East London, so some of my classmates and I decided to go check it out. I'd been to the bar before, it's pretty nice, and it's just really cool to have your professor DJing at a bar, no? So I head out to meet up with my friends Cathy and Sonja in Shoreditch, which is only 3 tube stops away. THING is...damn King's Cross station was closed, so I had to take a roundabout route to Shoreditch, which made me 20 minutes late. Luckily (sort of), Sonja was also really late because of the same closure. FUCKING TUBE!
So then, Cathy, Sonjia, her boyfriend and I went to eat at this little outdoor restaurant next to the bar. I was sitting on a bench and had my handbag next to me. AND IT WAS STOLEN right before my very eyes. Living in a city, you just get so used to ignoring people. If someone's right next to you, you just ignore them because it's always just so crowded. I didn't even notice the bastard.
So here's what they took: Fendi handbag, Fendi wallet, all my credit cards, student ID, NUS card, £50 cash, €15 cash, and $5 Australian dollars (from my buddy John), pink Nokia cellphone (which I had just paid $300 for!), my big stuffed pig on my cellphone, a book with maps of London, a pack of Marlboro Lights, a purple lighter, Oyster card, and my keys to my dorm.
I called the police and filed a report, but I really doubt they'll find them. My friend Cathy called 999 (yup, it's not 911 here) and we filed the report. My friends lent me money to get back home and I cancelled all my cards. So all's well. Everything is replaceable...and this is the LAST TIME I buy a posh brand name bag again. Serves me right for being such a designer whore. My next wallet is coming from...whatever the British equivalent of Kmart is!
So here's the part that's a bitch...the people sitting at the table next to us saw the guys near my purse. They pulled their purses close to them, but didn't say anything until I asked them if they saw anything. They give me a description: two black males in their 30's. One was wearing a parka and carrying a plastic bag, and tell me which way the guys went. THEN WHY DIDN'T THEY SAY ANYTHING?! Really...what assholes. London people suck. There's a real culture of keeping to yourself, personal space, blahblah and not helping your fellow man. Say what you will about Americans, but that has never happen to me in LA. People TALK to each other in America.
SCREW YOU GUYS, I'M GOING HOME!
Note: LOOK, I wasn't the only person to get my purse snatched at a restaurant this week!
http://edition.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/americas/11/22/bush.purse.reut/
Barbara Bush also got jacked, but her story made it onto CNN. WTF?!
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This should work now. I got rid of the picture thing, which I heard made comments impossible.
Aww, I'm sorry Jen! If you want, we can go shopping at Downtown L.A. for designer knock-off handbags when you get back...hee j/k. Your blog is awesome btw.
aw that sucks...maybe the dude from seinfield had a point...(american pop culture reference...dunno if you're familiar)....p.s. this is your sister but i dont want to mae my own blogger account so using kevs)
"Way to instill confidence, Secret Service. ABC News is reporting that President Bush's 24-year-old daughter Barbara had her purse and cell phone stolen while she was eating at a restaurant– right under the nose of the Secret Service. A pair of thieves removed the purse from under a table while agents kept watch from a distance." ...TMZ.com. same dudes! hehehe
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