Forgotten Evening

Here are a couple photos from Al's party Friday night. We had a good time (I think). Neither Al or I had anything to eat before we went out, so it made for an interesting evening. Despite the fact that we had intended on being home early since Alex was scheduled to work the next day. Sometimes things just don't go according to plan.

After 6 hours of double Jack 'n Coke's and countless shots of B52's Al pretty much hit his wall. The taxi did manage to get us home with minimal directing from me (thanks to Boone and his foresight)!! Unfortunately, no one could foresee Al waking to find his wallet missing. I ended up driving him into work and immediately beginning my search for his wallet, rather than crawling back into bed as originally planned.

I checked at The Cove, in the parking lot, our front yard, and every nook and cranny of our house. When the wallet didn't turn up, Alex called the cab company (not an easy feat when you don't speak Japanese). Still, nothing.

At this point the search had become a group effort, enlisting help from the kids, Kim, and friends from the party. Finally, around five, a message was received from The Banyan Tree: "We have Mr. Holt's wallet." WHOOPPEE!!!!!

Turns out the taxi was called to that club after dropping us off at home. Whomever hopped in that cab next must have found the wallet and turned it in (after extracting their "finders fee", that is). Thankfully, I was the lucky woman in charge of money at the party, which means our wallet rescuer only made off with about $40.00. With everything else in place, we considered it a small price to pay.

Needless to say, it was a memorable night (or not, I can't remember). I only hope Al will look back on it with such fondness.