Missed Connections

Today was a great day to ride a bike (downtown to West 25th), seek out a patio (ABC Tavern) to enjoy a beer (Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Ale), go home and make foods (I made guacamole; AB made enchiladas).

Before I move on, why don’t places open until after 4pm on Sundays? Somebody asplain, please. Thank you.

And what a beautiful day to have my iMel crap out on me and realize that merely syncing the iPhone does not mean all its important data is backed up. Yep.

That means: all contacts, texts, photos, notes = GONE.

This is a good thing for a number of reasons, though; 1) all exes & old friends’ numbers are gone — while I’m sure they were mostly deleted anyway, I never really took the opportunity one way or another to ascertain the trash box was the end result; 2) buh-bye Foursquare. Seriously. It’s really a waste of time, when it comes down to it (oh, forgive me “social media experts, but ’tis true), and well, I have like 800 better things to do right now then make sure I’ve checked into my recent location; 3) I hate technology. Again.

That said, I miss that I no longer have all the text conversations saved since AB & I started dating (he still has them) and all my iPhone photos are gone (car accident, pics from vacation that apparently were ALSO not backed up while syncing, first date pictures with AB and a lot of Rudy pics). Le sigh. Man, I cannot remember all the apps I downloaded or notes that I saved… UGH!

It will be an interesting next couple of months upon receipt of text messages or calls and return the empathetic response: WHO IS THIS?! *

Thankfully, AB backed up all the music yesterday. FOR SERIOUS.

*And yeah, if you are my friend (and have my phone number), I would appreciate it if you texted me your name. Because then I would have your number to save. If you comment here, then, well, you’re a dumb ass.

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