Finally, A Stinging Bee

Well, I was waiting for it. My life was going to magically for a while there that I expected something to come and rain on the parade. And this past saturday, it did. It came in the form of thievery- the new fanny pack I decorated was kind of junk and always falling off my waist, so I put it in my larger bag. 10-15 minutes after I had last gone into it, it was gone. My larger bag was in my sight the whole, or so I thought. There was some kid who came and talked to me for a minute or two. This is when I think it happened. I've traveled 17 countries, most of which on my own, with no problems. I think there were pros involved in this. By the time I called my bank the next day to cancel my card, there were alreadys attempts of a 300$ radio shack purchase, 2 89$ subway card purchases, and a 4$ deli charge. The charges were denied. Within an hour of it being gone, I accepted it. Losing stuff that you and society have made almost a requirement for much of your life can be a huge downer. I decided I would not dwell, and I didn't. But, I will reminisce about what I lost here, since this is my place.
So, here is what I lost:
My 2 rings. One is from my grandmother who is dead. I have been wearing it since I was 13. The other I bought when I was 15. These were part of me. I took them off for a project and forgot to put them back on. I also liked to think that because I had these rings, which fit on both ring fingers, that there was no room for any more rings for those fingers, and I would stay happily single forever. Which may still be the case regardless of rings. But it was nice to have those spots already taken up.
Zip car rental card which unlocks the rental car I had for the weekend. This lead me to wait the next evening for 6 hours until past 1am in Queens for a tow truck that never showed up. The next day, another one arrived promptly.
Driver's license- which I needed to register the car I have out in Utah. This was to be done on Monday, and then I was to fly to Salt Lake with the plates on Tuesday am from Philly. Then drive to Burning Man in Reno. Instead of doing it in Brooklyn as planned I drove out to Long Island where my fabulous mother met me with my social security card. For some reason I had brought my passport to NY, just in case I needed it at the DMV. I am witchy like that.
Phone- I hope AT&T can give me back my numbers. I have insurance, and bought a pre-paid to be dealing with my burning man coordination.
Cash
People's cards including a DJ from upstate whom I want to play in NYC
essential oil coconut chapstick and a bottle cap with a good saying, which was to be given as gift
18$metro card
other fun stuff
In the end, everything is working out. I got my car registered, I extended the rental for the zipcar by a few hours, I had to spend a bit of money (I am so good at spending money, I should get paid for it), I met some interesting people while waiting in Queens for the tow truck that never showed up, and importantly, I saw how one person I know acted towards me in my time of distress.