My Electronics Track Record- 0 for 2

This week, I suck at electronics. First I go and kill my iPod in a truly stupid impatient way then, because I had imbibed a few too many shots of Patron Silver in the pool at Mandalay Bay on Sunday afternoon, my drunk ass left my camera behind me in the back of a yellow cab. Oh yeah, that's me, two of my most favoritist possessions, my Nano and my digital camera, and now I own neither because of my own stupidity all inside of one week. When I realized my wrist was lighter, we were 10 minutes gone from that taxi. I wept at the dinner table while my poor husband probably just wished I would stop.

And, to top it all off, I'm barely even allowing myself to be sad about either loss because it makes me feel like an Elitist American Consumer Pig, because I have another iPod and another camera, I just don't like them as much as the ones I have no longer. The other iPod is big and clunky and it doesn't work with the Nike+ my brother-in-law got me for Christmas. My other working camera is a big ol' manual focus film camera from the 70s or 80s. It's gorgeous and awesome but far too heavy to tote around the average outing, also it doesn't have a flash so not really ideal for evening shindigs.

The silver lining(s) to the loss of my camera: 1) there weren't any irreplaceable pictures in it. 2) the batteries were regular Duracells instead of the much more pricey rechargeable AA's I usually use. 3) It was kinda broken and embarrassing in that "you still have a camera that big?" kind of way, even though it was only two years old. 4) My kick-ass Quik Pod was not attached.

That cab driver was actually pretty cool, and I hope that since it wasn't turned in to lost-and-found (ha.ha.) that maybe some poor cabbie's kid now has a new camera with some sweet features that he'll use for learning skills other than how to post vlogs to his myspace or videos of his friends cracking their skulls on the pavement after a sweet jump. Stay tuned for a separate entry on how much loathing I have for L.A. cab drivers. Truly, I think I'd rather risk getting my car stolen from long-term parking at LAX than to EVER have to drive in an L.A. taxi again.