This past Monday I headed down the hill to Smithfields to check out Buckle Rash. The place was packed, as it should have been, so we couldn’t sit very close to the band. I, therefore, had no need for my camera which sat in its bag next to my chair. Buckle Rash and Smithfields were both awesome as usual.
Fast forward about 9 hours to 4 a.m. I woke up with the thought that I don’t remember picking up my bag (with contents valued at $2,696.95). After laying in bed for a half hour racked with angst, I got up to check the house and car for said camera bag. Nothing. There would be no more sleep for me.
I contacted Smithfields, though, and they had it! I’m extremely grateful to them for saving me from my own stupidity.