A few nights ago, I came home, set my phone and camera on the table and hung out with Heather and Lyra. Then Ilya came home. then Serge(sp?) and about a dozen people just showed up. (Oh yeah, Serge is on my shit list, btw. More on that later). Serge and and the mass of people leave. Then Ilya and I went to the store, so I grabbed my phone (dropping and breaking it on the way out the door). Then I came home, and went to bed. The next morning, the camera was not on the table. I searched the living room, the kitchen, my room, the bathrooms, Heather's car, Heather's bed room. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
I asked Ilya if Serge or his group would be the type to snag it, and he said no, but he would check.
This morning, the camera was on the table!!!! Yeah!!!
Anyway, I got a $60 bottle of Grey Goose vodka before I was laid off. You know, the BIG bottle. I've had about three shots worth from the bottle. Lyra has had about two shots worth. Serge comes over, and I'm down to a third of a bottle. A bottle I have no cash to replentish. I ask Serge about it, and he says, "Oh, I'll throw down $3 for what I drank). You fucking cunt! That's was a little over $30 worth of alcohol you fucking drank without asking!!! Anyway, Ilya has repaid me, but it still pisses me off this jack ass would steal booze, expensive booze at that, and then insult me with backly "here's $3, shut the fuck up."