it was our fourth day in new york and kate (my sister), camden and i were on our way to see the late show with david letterman. it seemed wherever we went, our hands and shoulders were completely full of everything you could think of.
as we made our way up broadway, we were stopped by a girl working with the show who just happened to ask us if we wanted to see david letterman and that she could get us guaranteed tickets; no stand by lines needed. the only catch was we had to answer two questions correct in order to go. it’s times like these that i find myself grateful for camden’s ability to store in his head, little useless minute details, that sometimes, surprisingly, end up being worth some sort of use.
the thing about late shows, is that you must be at least eighteen years of age in order to attend a live audience recording, which we all were. – but you may see why the next question she would ask us, was is if she could see our drivers licenses – and this my friends, is where it started to go wrong. as kate reached into her purse, she came to the sudden realization that she had forgotten to return her license to her wallet after the airport. because we had decided to attend david letterman spur of the moment, she had not thought to check her waller for her i.d.
with now only two tickets in hand, the three of us continued to head up broadway, only now with kate trying to figure out how to meet up with my mom and other sister so she did not have walk alone, the streets of new york city.
after checking in at david letterman, finding out what time we would have to return, we called kate to meet up and wait until the rest of the family could meet up with her. (pay attention, because this next part is important) i specifically remember leaving the theater with my iphone, because when exiting the doors i felt my phone vibrate as my dad had just texted me. as i looked at my phone, i decided i would read it later as i was more concerned at that particular moment, with meeting up with kate. i spotted her across the street sitting on a little stone bench waiting to hear from us. we crossed the street to meet her and decided to sit down on the bench to rest our feet while we make a plan. after a few minutes of discussing how we would spend the next hour while waiting for the show to begin, we decided we would go into to starbucks, just kitty corner to the little bench.
the thing we learned very quickly about new york is that not only is there a starbucks on every corner, but that most of them have restrooms open to the public. just a bit of information that came in a lot of handy.
we walked in, ordered a snack and not three minutes after sitting down, i quickly realized i no longer had my phone. as i scurried through my bags and pockets and anything i could think of, i suddenly remembered i had probably sat it down on the bench we had been previously sitting on. we ran out to check and, you guessed it, of course it was gone, brand new cell phone cover case and all (poor new free people cover, i will miss you). it became quickly apparent that somebody had seen it laying there in the few minutes i had left in alone, and taken it. we called it and made it beep, and tried to look up its location only to find whoever took it had decided to turn it off. it was gone, forever.
i was surprisingly sad about having lost it, not because i couldn’t get a new one, which i thankfully did that evening, or because it was just a full out pain in the you know what. – but because i generally felt sad i couldn’t have that exact phone. it had been with me without fail, even might i add, after dropping it into a hot pool of water. even then it didn’t skip a beat. it had become a part of me, which i know is not entirely a good thing. we also had to call verizon to have them turn it into nothing more than a paperweight, mostly just because camden wanted revenge.
oh dear poor mr. iphone, i will miss you. may you rest in peace.
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Oh it seems those things happen only to the best of us at times like these. Something very similar happened to my sister while we were in D.C. She left her iPad on the plane and she was devastated. Luckily she found out that someone Was smart enough to get on her Facebook and write on her wall and let her know her ipad was safe and sound at the DC airport and would be shipped home. Glad you got a new phone, but totally know what you mean about wanting that exact phone.
LOVE your outfit! Looks like fun!!
I know how you feel about the phone. It becomes an extension of you. I have seen these cases that are a phone necklace. I think I might get one for travel.
when I read the title of this post I said "Oh no!" Seriously that is no bueno.. And really, iphones are a part of us aren't they?
aww that is so sad… i consider my phone as part of me too and I know that I will miss the comfort of it, not the phone itself but all the pictures and memories stored in it 🙁
I feel your loss of your Iphone, I have had a blackberry for nearly 4 years, never lost it until 2 weeks ago, I lost it twice, I was blessed to be able to find it both times. I have so much in that phone… I try very hard not to just leave it anywhere anymore.
Your trip looks amazing and fun!!
I absolutely love your hat! May I ask you where it's from?
Madewell 🙂
Ugh that sucks I was reading thinking the woman with the tickets pick pocketed you or something. I'm glad that wasn't the case haha.