Merry Christmas

I sent K an email to tell him I was going out in Brussels on Friday. But there has been no sign of life so far. And it's Saturday. My guess is, it wasn't meant to be. See, Fortuna played against me yesterday as she allowed someone to steal my jacket, cell phone and carkeys. Just when K was about to call to let me know I was thé one and he'd never let me go!

Anyway. I am quite upset that someone should steal my jacket right from under my very nose.
I confess to not having paid much attention though. God was rigorously testing my virtue after 2 am, that is why. It was plain living hell trying not to look at - a friend of a friend - Gregory all the time. Aaarggh. Why does He send archangels down to tempt country girls on a night out in town? I want back the hormones I had when I was 2. At least for the 24 hours of this Holy Day, which - for pragmatic reasons - starts now and ends tomorrow at 5 pm when I prepare to go to a local Christmas top 100 party.

So I noticed my jacket was missing and I ran outside hoping to see someone actually wearing it. That's what would happen out here. But no, no one to be seen. After leaving my parents' phone number in 3 different bars and checking all the garbage cans in the neighbourhood I gave up and went home with Karel to call Opel Assistance. Since it's a new car I seem to have a certain service agreement by the grace of which me ànd my car are driven back home safely. Praise the Lord! I got home at 6 this morning.

I'm off to spend Christmas with my family now. I will leave out the details of the lady at the Opel call center who happened to be from my hometown and the racist towaway truckdriver who assumed niggas were now wearing my coat and calling home with my cell phone. I wish them all the best. Merry Christmas everyone. I hope you find all you wish for underneath the tree.