I awoke on Sunday with pain in my back and left with the other crasher since I just wanted some food and my comfy bed. The guy found the note I had put in his pocket with my number and as a consequence, gave me his. I went to Au Coquelet and performed my hangover ritual, got some food, took a walk up to Shattuck and back, then got to my car to discover that...
I lost my keys!
OMG! What could I do!? I searched the restaurant, I went to my friend's apartment, and still no keys. So I took the bart to Walnut Creek, but wasn't sure what to do from that point (I needed to get home to get my spare keys). There were no busses to go to San Ramon from WC, and a cab would be to expensive, so I was like "who do I know in WC?" That turned out to be A and K, so I sent K a text and as I was typing one up to send A, she called and she would be able to take me to my place. We ended up going to berkeley together, hitting up the ashby flea market, then having lunch on University. Then I went to Au Coquelet to give them my name and number and they had found my keys. Apparently, during my hangover ritual in the bathroom, they must have fallen on the ground and I didn't see them the three times I checked that bathroom.
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