Dating Tales

Last summer I served as a bridesmaid in a friend’s wedding. After a very unfortunate event, I lost my Hobo International Rachel Wallet that I doubled as a clutch. It’s been eight months and I’m still not over it. That’s how much I loved that thing.

So picture this. Its hours and many drinks after the reception and I’ve found myself on the beach behind the hotel where the bridal party was staying. I wasn’t alone. I was accompanied by several friends, the bride, her mother, and a couple of cutie groomsmen. The party had been so fun that we weren’t ready for it to be over and it seemed only logical to get our feet wet…literally.

Some time went by and I found myself and one of the cutie groomsmen on a beach chair alone. In between a couple of make out sessions (I’ll spare you the details) I excused myself to find a place to pee.


Coincidentally I ran into my friend Jenny who was looking to do the same. We carefully selected a spot away from any light and partially hidden by a break. We took a few steps into the water and standing side by side we lifted our dresses above our heads, dropped our drawers, and squatted. I tucked my camel colored Rachel under my left arm and used my right hand to hold my dress in place.

Everything was going great until a wave came causing me to lose my balance. I needed both hands to keep me from falling in the water and in just a millisecond my clutch fell from my arm and into the water.

I shrieked to Jenny that I had dropped my Rachel wallet and was now peeing on my leg and britches. Of course she started shrieking too and then the both of us were splashing back and forth looking for the wallet.

But it was a lost cause. It was too dark. The water was moving too fast. And let’s face it, I was too drunk to know what the heck to do. So goodbye Hobo International Rachel Wallet I miss you.