Last night I was at a music/club venue on Fell Street between Franklin and Van Ness. I was seeing a band I'd seen before. I arrived with two friends in tow. Since I wasn't driving, I was drinking, naturally. I had three drinks over the course of nearly 4 hours there. All the drinks were evenly spread out, and I'd had a big meal right before. By the end of the night I was absolutely sober.

Because there was a $15 minimum charge for credit card orders at the bar, I left my card with the bartender. The place was crowded, so when the show let out, I was just sort of following the mass of people out toward Fell Street. It was at that point that my friends and I started talking about the show, this, that, etc. My financial wherewithal was not on my mind, and the credit card was sadly left behind, in the hands of the Rickshaw Stop's barkeep.

I called them at 12:45 and it sounded like the bar was having a load of fun during the afterparty. The only thing I could hear in the background while someone looked for it was some whooping and muffled laughter. Then the bartender got on: "This is Casey...Wow, you're fast. Well, we have your card, you don't need to cancel it. Come back when we open on Wednesday." Click. I surmised that this happens a lot, but usually the people don't realize their card is gone missing until the next day or so because they were rightfully inebriated.

Great. Hmm.

So at least I have some Wednesday night plans taking form. What a great use of my time, I'd say.