So, the other night I stopped by a dinner party for my friends birthday. Many people there, and one of whom I owed some artwork. So I brought my art bag, which currently holds all of my tattoo flash material, all my WIP's, my owed projects, so on and so forth.. oh, and my tax return, too.
So, I toss back a few beers, eat dinner, get engrossed in casual conversation, get my meal doggy-bagged and head for home.
Next morning: I wake up, get in my car and have the sudden sensation that something is missing...
I look around, and realize.. I left my bag under my chair at the restaurant.

I frantically call the restaurant and ask the manager if he's seen a black bag with a crapload of artwork in it.. he looks and doesn't see anything.
I drive back to the restaurant only to find that the tables we sat at last night were moved, and my bag is NOWHERE.
So I have to drive to work feeling like I just lost a son or a family member.
Luckily, a couple hours later, the manager was kind enough to call me and let me know it was placed somewhere atypical and I could pick it up.
...in the five years I've had this bag, it was the first time I've ever left it anywhere..
It felt like I was in an endless desert, just looking, not knowing what to do. I aged several years..
But it was a happy ending, thankfully..
How was your day?
