sprite rules.
She convinced me to quit worrying about the bag (citing the example of a friend of ours who has lost her wallet numerous times in NYC, only to have it return fully intact every time) and go to the Polyphonic Spree show.
So I did.
Yes, I missed the first few songs, but the whole thing was lovely. The band is really worth seeing in a live setting: they feed off the audience’s energy, make a lot of eye contact, and really have a great time doing what they do. Their show is never on auto-pilot, and the amount of joy in the sounds is infectious.
It really was a great pick-me-up. They even made Nirvana’s “Lithium” an ode to joy – no small feat, given it’s one of Cobain’s downer tunes.
And when I returned: sprite was at home waiting for me!
Yay!
I’m back.
I left my bag (with all of my clothes, bike included, as well as some other stuff) in the cab.
I know that cab company, but not the cab number.
DC has no central dispatch for cabs, nor does Union Station (where I obtained the cab).
I went to Union Station and tried to find a way to get in touch with the cabbie – no central dispatch, no lost-and-found.
I called the cab company, which doesn’t have central dispatch on weekends.
I’m mad at myself that I forgot the bag.
I’m mad at the city that it doesn’t have a central dispatch for cabs.
I’m mad at Union Station that it doesn’t have any central dispatch for cabs.
I called other cab companies, so I know where the bag might turn up. It does have identification in it (my street address and email), so there’s an off chance that I’ll get it back sometime before 2008.
Ugh.
What a day.
At least mom is on the mend and I’m back in DC.
But I’m missing The Polyphonic Spree because of my fruitless search to find my bag.
Oy.
30/06/2007 | 
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