My cell phone, my bliss, etc, etc.

This morning I was juggling a bag of gym clothes, a bag of hairspray (for the dressing rooms), my laptop case, my purse, and another bag with food.  I was leaving the safe and convenient confines of my car, which has become messier and messier as I continue to live out of it, and striking out for MTC with the other PA, as she lives in Daly City and so it only makes sense to drive up together.

I got out of my car, juggled all my stuff over to her car, slid in, and we drove up 19th Ave to Mill Valley.  In the Starbucks parking lot I reached for my phone, because apparently I do that 150 times a day.  No phone in my pocket.  Check other hoodie pocket.  Check jeans pockets.  Check purse.  Frustrated that I can’t find it, with rising measures of “oh no…”

I remembered texting M, the other PA, to tell her I was outside her place.  Then as I unloaded my car into my arms, I had no idea if I picked up my phone off the front seat.  Probably not.  Ugh.

We had a student matinee this morning at 11am, and a regular show at 8pm.  So it’s not even like, Well, I’ll be without my phone for 5 hours.  We’re talking 15 hours, people.  FIFTEEN HOURS.  That’s crazy talk.  Just to be sure I had M call me while I was in Starbucks waiting for my decaf latte (because today is the day I picked to quit caffeine).  So then I’m all resigned to not having my phone…but wondering if I should get Drew to go drive to my car and make sure my phone is there…but how will I ever update my Facebook status from backstage?

Then as we got out of M’s car in the theatre parking lot, I cast one last desperate glance down between the seat and the center console – and there it was!  Singing Alleluia, I fished it out, checked for messages (none, of course), and jauntily made my way into work.  Where I could text and Tweet and update Facebook to my heart’s delight.

The only silver lining to not having my phone, that I could see, was going to be a fascinating blog post about the day I spent 15 hours without my connection to the world.  But now that I don’t have to suffer through it, I also don’t have anything really interesting to say.  Bummer.  Because it could have been a great social experiment.  So I guess I’ll stick with my other great life experiment, no caffeine.  My eyelids are heavy.  It could just be from a long day and a late night yesterday.