As you guys know, a week ago today, my purse got stolen at the Belcourt Theatre in Nashville.  I had gone there to see and mock one of the most rediculously bad films in the history of the universe.  And somewhere in the process, my purse disappeared with several valuables inside it.  Not to mention that, to me, the purse itself was a valuable.

So yeterday, after spending my last day with Michael Cole that I will get to spend for a long time (he's moving out of state tomorrow), I went to see Pulse with Rachel Hodorowicz.

So we enjoy Ian Somerholder's smoldering hottness and discuss the fact that Mattie and "Josh" would have a much better relationship if she could just remember that "Josh"s name is in fact, Drew Wimberly.  (Don't believe me?  Go see the movie.  It's Drew Wimberly.)

Oh yeah.  The point.

I got a phone call during the film that I missed because I'm a good girl who keeps her cell phone on silent or vibrate in the movie theatre.  But they left a message.

It was the Belcourt Theatre.

They found my purse.

A week later.  After replacing my lisence, my locks, and my auto insurance cards... And coming to peace with the fact that I did a really supremely dumb thing and bad consequences resulted of it...

They found my purse.

Someone just sat down in one of the seats in the movie theatre and was like, "Hey, there's a purse here."

What the crap?  We searched for that purse, and we couldn't find it in any of the seats in or near where I was sitting.

Know what else?  It's full.

ID, money, insurance cards, keys.  It's all there.

That kind of killed my learning experience.