Yesterday my purse was snatched.
Not only that, the dang purse-snatcher and her cohort rummaged through the contents of my personal belongings—right there in plain sight—even snacking on a supplement from my vitamin container. In front of about 200 other women. Who did nothing to help.
Yeah…I know!
Fortunately, after they dug out my camera, they snapped a picture of themselves with it.
Evidence.
Yep. That’s my brown purse strap on stage at Girls Only—The Secret Comedy of Women, where these two girls were pulling off an improv based on the contents of my purse.
The contents of my purse.
Hysterically nerve-wracking? Yes. But I survived.
Besides the purse stunt, these cuties took me and the rest of the crowd back in time and over the hill through some of the most silly, syrupy, and sassy secrets of womanhood. Personally, I got my biggest serotonin buzz from their History of Women puppet show and the synchronized trying-to-get-the-nylons-on ballet. Classic.
It was good to giggle.
Fortunately, they returned my purse and all its contents so I could cross the street to D’Amico Kitchen for a tasty dose of post-show hip-ness.
I will totally be back to D’Amico downtown with whoever I can drum up to join me. Turns out they were way more hold-the-garlic friendly than most Italian restaurants, I got out the door for less than $20 (ok, exactly $20, and no wine for me yesterday), and the ambiance was an absolute treat.
Plus, my purse and I need to catch some more of that movie in the bathroom.
by julie rybarczyk
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