of cel phones and crobars

Note to the world: if you're planning on getting drunk and leaving your cel phone sitting on a bar somewhere, try to make sure that bar is at your local watering hole so that there's some chance of getting it back. When you leave it at one of the biggest club franchises in the world, Crobar—with installations in London, Buenos Aires, Los Angeles, and most critically here, New York—there's basically no hope. By today, my friends are already getting crank calls from the miscreant. One such friend, nicknamed “Hooch”, gets a particular quantity, probably from a curious fellow wondering what's at the other end. I don't mind losing the phone; it was a piece of shit I wanted to replace anyway. But the numbers... all my phone numbers... irreplaceable.