Weekend in Park City

Had a great weekend in Park City with my amazing friends.

However, I provided unnecessary drama by leaving my purse at the restaurant we ate at the first night. At first I wasn't that worried. I thought I may have just set it down in some strange place. But after calling my phone multiple times and listening around the house, we were pretty certain it wasn't in the house.

Christy took charge and called the restaurant. I still wasn't THAT worried. It made sense that the accountant who came in the morning might not know where the lost and found was. But once we walked down there and they were opening for lunch and they still hadn't found it, I started to freak out. Michael even went so far as to give a couple of garbage cans the once over. All this time we were calling my phone to try to hear it. The thing is, I was more bummed about all the trouble it would be to cancel accounts and get a new drivers license than I was about the cash and cards themselves.

Finally Mike and I walked back up to the house to triple check the house and check credit cards and to decide if we needed to start cancelling things. We checked all the card sites and there were no charges. We decided to wait a few more hours until the person who closed up the restaurant last night came into work today. We were getting ready to find everyone again when my number called Mike's phone. I answered it and it took me a second to recognize Grant on the line "If you ever want to see your phone again, bring one thousand dollars..." (Not funny!! Okay, a little funny.)

So the restaurant had it the whole time. According to them it was "hidden" in the managers office. We must have called the phone 50 times and they had never heard it ringing? Sheesh.

At least, as Christy said, it was a happy ending. Nothing was missing and we had it back.

Coming soon: stories about our crotchety neighbors.