Midsummer's Nightmare

Caroline and Dan hosted a great party last Saturday night, themed Midsummer's Night Dream. The best outfit that night was a sprightly fellow in tight white tights and a few sprigs of fake greenery to hide the personal bits. I didn't arrive at the party properly costumed thus the furry pink Princess crown that Caroline plopped on my head (not that I minded). Lots of fun folks, good music, and the party was even sponsored by Cristiana vodka.

But one thing marred the evening: I was robbed of $70! And I know who did it. The incident was surreal and so weird that it didn't completely ruin the evening, rather it made for good story telling for the rest of the night. It's not like I carelessly left my purse unattended in a crowded bar filled with drunk people at two o'clock in the morning. This happened in someone's nice house in Woodley Park, for crying out loud. I haven't revealed the person's identity and don't intend to. However, I've asked him/her to make a donation to my charity, Pediatric AIDS, rather than give me back my money. I don't think that's going to happen. I naively thought that I could turn an unpleasant situation into something sort of positive. It'll be awkward, to say the least, when I see him/her at another social function, which is inevitable.

Oh, and I had to hitch a ride home with a friend because did not have cab fare after that!