¡SOCORRO! or Three Times a Charm

First off, does anybody have a copy of my resume on their computers that they can email me? Here´s why:

That´s right, dear readers, Bacchus has been the victim of yet another theft, this one bigger and more diabolical than its predecessors. As you know, I´ve been in Murcia, Madrid, and Granada, and while I was in the last two sites, someone broke into the apartment in Valencia through an interior window that looks out onto a shaft, and stole...wait for it...my computer. That´s right, everything I´ve written in college is on that computer and it´s now zip bang gone. What this means in the archives-obsessed hist and lit quarter of Harvard is anybody´s guess. At first of course, I felt horribly violated and very upset, inconsolable, but now I´m ok, so that´s good. I just look at it as one more story...albeit an expensive and traumatic one, but there´s nothing I can really do about it.

Of course I went to the police and of course they did nothing but have me fill out a report. They didn´t even come to the scene. I signed a bunch of reports and added my two scents about how I think it was someone in the building or in the apartment directly across the street, which the woman there told me she would relate to the "investigative group." I don´t know how to roll my eyes in Spanish, so in my inner monologue I just thought "right, I bet you´ve got your best crack team on it right now."

The problem is that there´s probably virtually no serious crime in Valencia, so I think losing a computer should be a pretty big priority, but somehow I doubt it´ll see the light of day, despite the fact that it´s probably incredibly easy to solve considering it happened from within the apartment building. I really wish I had the money to hire a private dick. He could totally solve it. So up in a puff of smoke is the last three years of my life. A little sad, but there wasn´t anything priceless on it, and hopefully I´ll get another one through insurance.

Also, I forgot to mention that I saw Batman Begins and became entirely nostalgic about Chicago. Seriously, that movie is one big wet-dream to a native son living abroad. The Drake and I loooooved it, especially when the camera pans across Marina City to show Batman perched atop a skyscraper, and the part where they pull up all the bridges isolating the island of Gotham from the mainland, which anyone with a brain knows that those bridges don´t isolate shit. They just cut the city in half along the Chicago River. We laughed at this point, and the people next to us were a little perturbed. Also, I remember reading reviews describing this Gotham as being more of this world, like a kind of skewed New York. I can´t remember who this reviewer is, but what idiot cannot identify the most perfect skyline in the world. Seriously, the city itself is an architectural museum. So that´s it. I´m coming home soon if they can get me a flight, otherwise I´m going to starve to death.

Just kidding, but seriously between getting the laptop stolen and Batman making me crazy (almost weepy) nostalgic for home, I think it´s time to get the hell out of Dodge.