I have a lucky shirt. You guys know which one I'm talking about. Blue and black plaid. I bought it in September and wore it twice a week, every week, for the first 2 months. I just realized today though, that it's my unlucky shirt. Things happen when I wear it. Not necessarily bad things, but things.
The first time I wore it was the first time I saw Audio Fiction (one of my favorite bands ever!). I also met Druggie Douchebag that night (not so good). I wore it again 2 weeks later on "That Tuesday" night. My friend, MoJo, had a front row seat to that show. It was a group "that night" experience. The world turned and somehow gathered a very random bunch of people in one room, we were all connected in some way, yet had no reason to be there at that same exact time. Druggie Douchebag showed up. I had my phone "stolen" by one of his friends. I decided to be a rockstar and stay up all night and go to work in the morning. In the same clothes as the night before. I was in that shirt for 24 hours. Awake for almost 32 hours straight. I remember thinking I was dying and wondering how I got myself in that situation. Druggie douchebag soon disappeared after that. Thankfully. I also stopped frequenting Arctica Bar soon after. Partly because of D.D. and partly because of the bartender that wanted to poison me. It's a long story. Related, but long.
In November, we had a roof collapse at work. It was during a heavy rain period. The construction workers fucked up and it ended up raining on the 3rd floor. I felt like a nation that had been hit by a tsunami. On top of figuring out where 300 students were gonna go and making sure no one go electrocuted by all the wet equipment, I found myself as a human shield between an insane parent who figured she would charge down the hallway to attack a 280 lb, over 6 foot tall student. My necklace got ripped off during that. I was wearing the lucky shirt.
I was also wearing the shirt in April when I recorded and filmed my video for "One Person Romance". The costume for that video was not planned but now the infamous plaid shirt is forever immortalized on film.
There were more incidents between those. Always trouble, always a story.
So, I was walking around the city trying to find a Starbucks that wasn't overrun with people typing their memoirs and children running around. I walked right into the one I went to at 6:30am after I left DD's house "that night". I haven't been there since that night. Oh, fate, why do you torment me so?
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