High Fashion and Petty Theft

Last Thursday, after disembarking from my flight back from Boston, I headed down to Altar (a nightclub that used to be a church, and was previously known as Sanctuary, as seen in parts 2 and 3 of STBD Season Two's 3-part finale) for a fashion show called LocalMotion.

The event was hosted by Kellee Maize (aka Celeste) and Hans Rosemond (aka Lloyd) was one of the photographers shooting the show. Several local designers were featured, and I have to say, I'm impressed. I've watched enough Project Runway to know how difficult it is to pull something like this off, much less to do it with true style, and many of the designers nailed it. I never knew there was this much legitimate fashion skill in Pittsburgh, and I'm pleasantly surprised to discover it now.

One thing I still haven't learned is exactly how to properly schmooze myself at these events. I'm a people person, but trying to explain web video to a bunch of fashionistas is in many ways even harder than trying to explain it to Men in Suits. I look forward to a day when the words "I work in web video" aren't met by "Oh, do you do public access, too?"

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After the event, I returned to my car, only to sit down on an A&W Root Beer can.

"That's odd," I thought. "I didn't drink an A&W today."

Then I noticed my CDs were gone.

Apparently, I forgot to masterlock my car when I got out, which gave some jackass a free shopping spree through my CD collection. Gone are many favorites, including 5 of Ann's which were tucked in the armrest; I felt worst about those.

The two most bizarre things about it, though:

1. The three CDs in plain view, directly underneath the radio, weren't stolen, but everything hidden away was.
2. I highly doubt anyone who steals CDs is craving any Tragically Hip, Tegan & Sara or Weakerthans, so to the heroin addict who plans on liquidating them for cash: have fun selling them for $1 apiece while I sleep soundly knowing they've all been safely burned to my iTunes.