Ass Hat

That was me last night.

We all went to The Keg to celebrate my birthday with two of our best friends and my Dad and MIL and we were all having a great time, had appetizers, wine, salad etc. and then I went to the washroom, came back, all was good and then I noticed that my engagement ring was missing from my finger. I was wearing my wedding ring and the middle ring that goes between the wedding ring and the engagement ring (long story about why I have a third ring, but basically some of you might remember or know that my engagement ring and wedding ring were custom hand made "one of a kind" in India by an uncle of a friend of hubby's who makes jewelry. It's NOT replaceable and not to mention extremely valuable and not in the normal sense that everyone feels like their engagement rings aren't replaceable (which would have equally been as sentimental), but in the literal sense, this ring is just NOT replaceable. Anyone who's ever seen it can attest to what I'm talking about.

So needless to say, thoughts cross my mind about how soapy and slippery my hands were when I washed my hands after using the bathroom, so I immediately get up and run to the bathroom to look for my ring. I got in there, and there happen to be two custodians in there and they helped me look for it and took out the garbage and went through it and it was no where to be seen. NO WHERE. So they lead me to a wait staff who was to help fetch the Manager. The manager came and got someone to take apart the drain trap thing in the sink in case it fell down there and it wasn't there, then the Manager starts checking all around the floor all the way back to my table with a flashlight. I'm crying, tears are streaming down my face and I feel sick. I am convinced that it must have fallen on the floor when I was trying to coordinate opening the bathroom door with the paper towel I was washing my hands with (so that I didn't have to touch the handle with clean hands) and trying to throw the paper towel into the garbage bin after the door was open (you've all done it, and you know what I mean!) so I'm thinking it fell on the floor and a dishonest person picked it up. This I just could not comprehend because it would NEVER even cross my mind if I ever found something like that to NOT notify the Manager or try to find the owner etc. and the same thing goes if I ever found a wallet. And I just couldn't understand how that kind of gesture wouldn't be returned to me (karma kind of thing).

So basically, there's no where left to look and all the manager can do is get the cleaners to look for it when the go in at the end of the night. I've basically lost all faith in humanity and I'm majorly upset. Our dinner had been sitting at our table and now cold. I couldn't eat after that because I literally felt sick. So hubby and I got ours wrapped up to go. So basically the entire dinner ended up being ruined when it was starting out to be so much fun.

It was a quiet drive home and I'm devastated and hubby tries to make me feel better saying that since we had it appraised, we had a photo of the ring on the appraisal card and it was insured and we could notify the pawn shops in case it turned up and we could maybe get it back and he also said (and this is adorable) "(hubby's friend) goes back to India all the time and I'm sure we could get his uncle to make you another one!" haha sooooo adorable, but not really likely and while that would be the closest replacement, nothing ever could, know what I mean?

And he continued on saying that there still was the slim chance that I just forgot to put on the ring with the others. I basically humoured him with that idea and agreed that yes there was the slim chance, but has never ever happened ever. MIL talked about praying to "St. Anthony" because he's helped her find many a lost items for her before and she have me a little card with the prayer on it when we dropped her off. I'm not the "read the prayer off the card" kind of girl, but I was willing to try anything! lol I didn't read the prayer, but I put it in my purse. She said that she just "had to believe that good people were there that night" and I tried so hard to agree with her, but I seriously was feeling supremely burned by the badness in our society and I was feeling bitter when normally I'm "Miss Positive" about everything.

So we get home and I make a bee line straight for my jewelry box where I have a porceline hand that holds my rings and the phone is already ringing off the hook when I walk in the door which was my buddy Amy calling to see if my ring was at home and THERE IT IS!!!!!!!!! SAFE AND SOUND on the porceline hand!!!!!!!!! I started to cry (again) and screached into the phone in utter RELIEF! Hubby's all confused (since he's a boy) and sees me crying again and can't quite compute! lol

So I call MIL who's already on the phone with SIL and I of course credit her dearest St. Anthony who has allowed her to find many a lost objects in her day and thanked her for the prayer card. Quite frankly, I don't friggin care what Saint or what karma or higher power or nothing at all that was involved, I HAVE MY RING!!!!!!

And Yep, I'm an ass hat for ruining the entire evening!