The Day the Bag was stolen

Today seemed like the normal end of a day for an event. Bags packed I woke a bit late, had lunch with Regina, Boymeat and Lolita, and then made lots of kisses goodbye to the last folks at the hotel. Back to G's house with K3, I hung out until K3 went to drop me off at my shoot.

The shoot began well. I left my bag in the car, and carrying just my cell phone and and the suit, fedora and sunglasses I was wearing, we went to location #1 and #2 to shoot. When we came back to the car to change...The Bag was gone.

To say I was furious is an understatement. We waited for an hour for the cops to take my report. The Postman tried to make me laugh. We couldn't reach G, and I had had her address in the bag, so I had no way to get back to her. I called and cancelled all the cards, asked Furry to ship my passport to me at GenCon, added a friend's name to my room for GenCon so we can check in on his card, and asked Delta to pick up my GenCon pass since I may not have ID in time.

I finally got ahold of G, but am spending the night at Prometheus' house. In the morning I am going to the mall to replace all my MAC makeup and buy a new skirt and some new undies on mi Madre y Padre's credit cards since without those, I can't work. I still have some wardrobe left, only about 1/3 of what I brought on the trip was stolen. The good news- for some reason I had decided to leave my camera at G's house instead of toting it with me.

So- I need new wardrobe. I also have NO cash on the road, and no way to cash the 3 checks I have, or get access to the $ in my accounts. Hopefully I can find someone to take a check and give me a cash advance sans ID.

If folkw would like to make donations of wardrobe to me, let me know. My sizes are listed here:http://www.ropelover.com/portfolio.html

Or, when I get the new cards, I'll be getting a new PayPal acct., and from there be accepting donations. I'm pretty desprate here, I easily lost $1500 in wardrobe and jewellery today, from walking away from a car in Downtown Columbus for 15 minutes. The car is no longer locakable on the door that was gotten into. I feel sorry for the photographer, and yet he still bought me dinner.

I really hope those pics turn out great :)

Thank you for the support given to me by Furry, Curry, G, Prometheus, Jason the Photographer, mi Madre, mi Padre, Moose and B, Delta, Prometheus' family, the local mailman, the Columbus police and a passing stranger today. I hope I can pick up the pieces, get new ID and cards when I get home, and find ardrobe to replace what was lost. I am really upset, but it could have been worse. I'm actually still crying on and off about this, interspersed with great joy that I am alive and well fed.

I am alive. I have food. I have a roof over my head. Prometheus' Lady lent me a shirt and pants to sleep in. I will have new makeup by noon, and be shooting again at 6pm tomorrow. I am looking forward and not dwelling... but am REALLY PISSED ABOUT THE SILVER EARRINGS, AND UNREPLACABLE CLOTHES!

Argh!

Okay, off to post this to my Yahoo group and start collecting sympathy and donations.

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