I Lost My Sh*t, Day 19: Double Muthaf*ckin’ Play!

I started the day with USD6 and 1,400riel. That ain’t much. Gotta conserve.

Stayed at home until lunch when I decided to hit the streets. There was a food shop just down the way from the house I made the call to try. Just your standard Khmer point-to-the-food-you-want place. When I asked about what meats each dish it seemed that everything was pork except for one fish soup. Beautiful. Fried morning glory with pork. It came. I started to eat. SHRIMP! There was shrimp in my fried morning glory with pork! Who in their right mind…

Switched to a pork soup thing. Don’t think he charged me for the nasty shrimp thing. SHRIMP! Yuck. Ran a photocopy of the police report then headed home. Kicked it until I decided to head to the embassy to drop off a copy of the police report.

Wandered in. Security. Window 7… just here to drop off a police report. Ok, let me call and see if we need anything else… your passport is ready. BAM! Window 3 had my brand new passport. Signed off and the woman at the window gave me the address and phone number of immigration for my Cambodian visa. Sweet. Left the embassy with a little bounce in my step. Off to the Post Office. Is there more luck to be had?

If my cards didn’t come I was facing some money issues. I would have to borrow from Holyfield again. Opened the PO box… a little EMS note said that I had a package waiting. SWEET! Walked around the corner to the EMS office, signed for my package, and BAM I was human again.

Wandered to Pickled Parrot to open my package and count my winnings. As I still had some time before State of Origin game 1 was to start, I went to hit an ATM and grab a snack. Money then schwarma. Life is good.

Back to the Parrot for the game. State of Origin is always a good time. New South Wales are going to have trouble winning any of the three games but they played tough in the first one, even taking a 12-10 lead in the second half before Queensland scored the winning try to take the game 16-12. Tyson and Holyfield were at the game and it felt good to buy them a bunch of food and drink finally.

Headed home with Tyson after. Had a beer and then, the night where I had some money, happened to be Juana’s night off. And she wanted to rock. Garage for a Cuban Sandwich for me. Then the Place for impressive views and cocktails. Then I wanted to show Juana Elsewhere, but they were already closed. We had to settle for a drink at Setsara. After that, just as it seemed that the night would be over… Pontoon! Hip and R&B night it seemed. “This is how we do it…”

Then home. Poorer than before. But happy.

Day 19 Lesson: Money makes you happy.

(I Lost All My Shit Disclaimer: First off, I use the word “shit” in the title. That may offend some people. If it offends you, then ignore the word as you read, or pretend it says “rainbows.” Second, this is a blog about what happens when you lose all your stuff. Sometimes not much happens, because the process is slow. That means there’s much here not about me losing my stuff or getting it back. If you don’t want to read about me eating sandwiches or watching Aussie Rules Football, skip those parts. Third, the style of these posts is a lot of, “this happened, then that happened…” As I am getting old, I quickly forget most of… whatever I was just writing about. Anyway, I try to get things on the blog ASAP, so the style side takes a bit of a beating, sorry. Thanks for reading and being my friend)

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