So last week I was out and about in nyc and we were hopping from bar to lounge. At the last place we were, at I opened a tab with my credit card, and they wanted to hold my license with the tab. Fair enough. Later in the night, after one of our friends threw up in the bathroom before she had to be half-carried out to the cab, and after another friend stumbled and fell as we walked her to a cab (later learning she had lost her brand new digital camera), I eventually closed the tab. Sometime between there and home in the Bronx however, as I came to realize not till two days later, both of those had vanished. Shit. The two most vital pieces of plastic that exist in this world of identity. What to do now?
A quick call and an overnight package replaced my credit card. The license would require a more involved proccess. As I was heading out on fri nite to make my DJ comeback (more later), I was wondering when I'd take a day off from work, to go to NJ with my passport and get my social security card and birth certificate, and some proof of address at my NJ house (if any even exists), and go wait on line to get a new one. Unfortunatley the next day I realized my passport was no longer in my jacket pocket!
As I left friday night to Rivington Lounge on the LES--a new, small but very sleek and chill (lounge on Rivington and Clinton)--I grabbed my passport because I had no other form of ID, just in case I was going to go out later in the night. I was spinning with my cousn and friend. I haven't played in almost 2 years! I was going in nervous, out of practice with old tunes, but it ended up being a great time--and my skills were somewhat intact! Anyway, it was a fun night, but bad next day when I realized it was gone. On top of all that, Saturday I got the Stanford rejection, and today I was somehow rejected on the phone when I called to ask a question from UCLA, surmouning the negs to UCSF, Duke, Hopkins, and Stanford. Though that was not surprising given their calilber, no word from NYU or Sinai concerns me more. And despite many schools making decisions very soon, my stellar subintern evaluation would not be uploaded before December because my slow ass school and lazy ass dean wont do shit for me! To top it off, I waited hours this morning for the goddamn cable guy to show up. I hate those guys.
I ask you, where is the love? Could something go my way? Today I printed out all these damn forms and see where to go to replace my passport, realizing that it also had my multi-reenntry Pakistani visa in it. Some random terrorist could just pose as me (and probably not with difficulty), and just flee to Pakistan. Great. Then my sister calls me, and is like "Oh my god." Immediately I anticipated what I wanted to hear, which was: "I found your passoprt!" Her response was close enough, and I felt like I won the lottery. One of our friends accidently took it because his coat was with ours, and he rolls with the 'port too, so somehow he ended up with it. Amazing. Euphoria is all about relative changes in mood, and man was it a good feeling to learn I had an identity again!
To keep it going, I said fuck my school and started calling the rest of the programs I wanted to go but hadn't heard from. I told them my school didn't get my eval out and time and I wanted them to see it before making their decisions. All of them let me fax it over and had it brought to the Program Director's attention. Ali 1, Einstein 0.
Finally, I got me some digital cable today, upgrading from the ghetto black-boxed OG cable. And I just activated NBA League Pass. Every NBA game of the year. With 3 fantasy teams, it'll be both business and pleasure! the passport is back, my sub-i grade is sent, and NBA league pass is a go. If I get some interview requests from Sinai and NYU, the recent events may be but a cloud of smoke in the mirror.
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