Not exactly what we had expected...

For my 27th birthday I decided I'd rather have a get together with a bunch of friends at our house rather than go to a bar full of people I don't know. I wanted to have a night full of laughs, dancing, drinking, and games (euchre and poker). That was pretty much the way things went. Everyone had a great time and tons of pictures were taken. The next morning was a different story...

Unlike most people, I'm lucky in the fact that I don't get hungover. I'm sure the day will come when that all changes (knock on wood) but as of right now, I feel pretty good after a night of drinking. And trust me...I had a lot to drink on Saturday night. Friends approached me the following morning expecting that I'd feel as if I'm on the verge of death but to their disappointment I gave them a "I feel great" kind of answer. A few of them were already popping Advil or Tylenol and trying to decide if they'd feel better or worse with some food in their belly's. Hehe.

Anyway, back to my story about what happened on Sunday morning. Four friends had stayed the night and while we were all reminiscing about some of the funny things that had happened, Josh realized his Ipod was missing. He LOVES his Ipod. I can honestly say I've never met a guy who knows so much about music. He's the best at "name that tune" and when I gave him the Ipod for Christmas last year I knew he'd use it all the time. We started reassuring Josh that someone probably put in somewhere by mistake or had played a joke on him, but three days later, after many phone calls and a group email, nothing has turned up.

The thing that bothers us the most is that the only people who came to the party were our friends. I'd be less surprised of something being stolen if we opened our doors to strangers, but that wasn't the case. We know everyone quite well (at least think we do) and have been to many get together and parties over the last couple of years.

Hopefully someone will develop a conscience and return it to us. They can do it anonymously if they're embarrassed and ashamed. Mailing it through Canada Post would be a great way to get it back to us. They'll give a tracking number and insure the parcel for a couple bucks and this way it'll get back to us safely, without having to personally drop it off.

Now Josh and I are just wishing for some good news...