I wasn’t going to post anything about this, since it’s pretty embarrassing, but… Screw it.

I apparently got robbed on Saturday. I say apparently because I don’t remember what happened. One minute I’m at a bar on Granby, the next, it’s 4:30am and I’m waking up on some concrete steps in the rear of Nauticus, all bruised and scratched up. My shoes, wallet, camera and phone were all gone. Fortunately, Joanna had my phone, and I’d left my keys in her car, but the rest is gone. My hands were dirty and scratched up. My jaw and nose are sore. My left foot is all smashed up, particularly the heel and the next-to-last toe, which is entirely bruised and purple.

There wasn’t anything irreplaceable in my wallet. I can get a new ID at the DMV whenever. I have my birth certificate and passport. My bank is expediting replacement cards, which will be here tomorrow. There was maybe $5 in the wallet, though I think I might have used that for parking.

The biggest loss is the camera. The memory card had maybe 300 or 400 pictures on it, and it upsets me to know that some random thief out there now has personal (but not that personal) pictures of Jenn and I, and all the pictures I took at the wedding are gone. I thought that I might have some luck calling around to the different pawn shops in downtown Norfolk to see if the camera might have been pawned, but apparently, pawn shop employees get very defensive when you imply that they might have received stolen goods. If I had filed a police report, I might have had a chance, but honestly, what could I tell them? I got drunk and I think I was robbed? There’s an equal chance that I threw all my stuff in the river, or gave it to a stranger, or traded it for magic beans.

I have no clue what happened. Whatever did happen, though, was my own fault. I shouldn’t have had so much to drink. This is the first time there have been real consequences from drinking. I’ve lost my phone before, but I got it back eventually. I’ve left credit cards at bars, but those are easily replaced. I broke a bone once, but it wasn’t an important one. I’ve broken things, but fixing them was never a problem. But this time, I ended up with absolutely nothing left. I couldn’t even remember any phone numbers, except for CJ’s. If I hadn’t remembered that… well, I’d have been screwed.

I’m too old for this shit.

In other news, I spent a ridiculous amount of money on .me domains this month:

• ep.ito.me - I think I’m going to use this as a gallery of web design work and art work.
• smithis.me and smith-is.me - I just wanted an email address like jr@smithis.me. If anyone else with a last name of Smith wants one, let me know.
• unlink.me - This was just too awesome to let go. For those who don’t know, unlink means delete.
• refocus.me and reorient.me - I wanted to make a simple to-do site, kind of similar to now do this.
• obfuscate.me - Also too awesome to pass up. I’m not really sure what I’m going to do with it just yet.
• unmuzzle.me - I was going to use this as a new blog url, until I saw…
• itsjustyouand.me - which was way better, so that’ll probably be my new blog url. Though I’m considering splitting up the blog categories across domains. Obfuscate.me or unlink.me could be tech-related blogs, unmuzzle.me could be a personal blog, and itsjustyouand.me could be dedicated to Jenn and I? I don’t know.
• farbeitfrom.me - I just had to have it.

That’s 10 new domains at $40 a pop. I really shouldn’t have.

Whenever I get some time, I’m going to start moving things around.

Now I’m going to get back to my busy schedule of kicking myself for being so fucking stupid.