It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.
Last night Gazbot and I went to see Cracker unplugged over at Bogarts. I'm part of the Camper Van Beethoven/Cracker street team, and so got into the show for free in exchange for wandering around the club collecting email addresses for the band. A street-team member, for those who don't know, is basically a fan who is willing to help promote the band. Street-teamers have taken the place of the label reps of the 70's and 80's. The label gets people who love the band to promote them, and the fans are happy to do it for free--or for free entry to the shows and the opportunity to meet the band.
The show was fabulous. They did many of my favorite Camper songs: "Sad Lover's Waltz", "All Her Favorite Fruit", "Sweethearts", as well as a good mix of Cracker hits ("Eurotrash Girl", "Low"), new stuff from CVB's new album, Cracker's most recent release (although sadly not "Ain't Gonna Suck Itself") and Johnny Hickman's soon-to-be-released solo project.
Met a lot of good, longtime, diehard fans as I circled the club with my clipboard. Ran into an old college chum who, oddly enough, was with me the very first time I ever saw Camper Van Beethoven at The Club back in 1985/86. We swapped email addresses and promised to keep in touch.
It was a great night, but was ruined when I got home and got ready for bed.
My watch was missing.
This is not just any watch either. It is an heirloom watch given to me by my mother. My Dad bought it for her fifty years ago, and she gave it to me.
And now I've lost it. I can't even begin to describe how gutted I am. Upset doesn't even begin to describe it.
No idea how it happened either. It was on my wrist when I left the house yesterday evening, and it was missing when I got home. I checked the car, my clothing, retraced my footsteps all over the house, back garden, and garage.
I've rang The Club but they were already closed last night and aren't open yet today. But I have very little hope that it was turned in. If indeed it somehow fell off when I was there. I know I never removed it from my wrist, and it has a stretchy linked band, so there was no clasp to come undone.
I'm so disappointed in myself not to have noticed it missing before I got home. I was wearing my long sleeved WOXY.com hoodie, so it wasn't visible and I could SWEAR it was on my wrist all night.
Obviously, however, it wasn't.