what started out as a wonderful weekend turned strangely disastrous on saturday afternoon, approximately 1:30.

it was at this time when gurs' neighbor knocked on the gurs door, mentioning that her roommate had had his car broken into friday overnight, and there that "there are some clothes all over the alley." this, of course, meant to me "that's my laundry." which it was.

so, yes, the car was broken into.

it's tough to describe the disarray of the car itself, which had been locked. papers everwhere, all the seats had been pushed forward, the backseat pulled out for improved trunk access.

the take included my company-issued cellphone, my toll change (about six bucks worth), my laundry bag (they took the bag, left the dirty laundry on the pavement), and, most importantly, my cd wallet.

the cd wallet contained 23 discs at the time. among those taken: beulah's yoko, grandaddy's sumday, guided by voices' earthquake glue, modest mouse's the moon and antarctica, r.e.m.'s eponymous collection and automatic for the people, the reissued version of uncle tupelo's no depression, the white stripes' elephant, wilco's yankee hotel foxtrot, and yo la tengo's i can hear the heart beating as one. most importantly, however, also lost were the gurs collection summer of the west nile virus, or whatever, as well as the unstadt's death in the country and this is not a pipe. pisses a guy off.

and here's the thing: also sitting on the passenger seat of the automobile on friday night were four cd's - nirvana's bleach, travis' good feeling, the shins' chutes too narrow and the beachwood sparks' once we were trees - but apparently the thieves decided those cd's sucked. apparently, they figured, i only would bring cases for the ones i didn't like. idiots. (i mean, really, what pleasure could any thief possibly get out of grandaddy?)

so finally, i tried to call in a report on saturday, and, after about eight calls, wasn't able to get to anyone who knew the proper number. so i called tonight, using yahoo to get the proper district phone number and everything, and the officer said "just call 311." which nobody yesterday knew apparently. he didn't, however, know what number an out-of-city person could call. but i've been on hold for the last 15 minutes now, apparently at the correct number.

and here's the final thing: the guy's already begun using my phone number. i've got four new voice messages, one sort of featuring a phone number in the message. hopefully we'll find the dickface(s).

prior to the theft, friday was a fine night. dropsy was in fine form, and i was invited to perform a blazing version of 'motor away' with them. my joe borowski costume (featuring real baseball pants and a real rosin bag) could be considered at least a minor hit, and the company was good.

saturday brought an upbeat watching of the first half of the cats with gurs and his roommates leo and dave. the bad news came just before halftime. i watched the second half glumly, then returned to glenview (forgoing an undoubtedly tremendous performance by the decemberists).

i got back to the 'port around noon, in time to see a bears win. bears wins are always good.

postscript: after holding for 20 minutes, i finally got to speak with an officer. at that point, my phone ran out of batteries.

and what can be learned from this weekend? people are assholes.