Lucky Night for Pickpocketers?

There is something about my bed that doesn't let me leave once I've gotten in it. Usually this wouldn't be a problem but on the weekends, my room mates and I always siesta (nap) after dinner before we go out. The problem is once I'm sleeping, convincing me to wake up and get ready to go is nearly impossible. Because of this, I only go out probably once a week (believe it or not). But once I am out of the house with a significant distance between my bed and myself, the struggle to get out of bed is well worth it...with the exception of last weekend.

A little background: A few weeks ago we got another room mate straight from Japan. His name is 
井上大輔, pronounced like "Diasuke" but you can call him DK. DK is 35 years old and is here for a month studying to get his PhD in linguistics. Since he is studying linguistics, he is fluent in multiple languages including english. If you ask me, DK is a pretty cool dude and fits in pretty well with the 3 of us. 

Thursday night we planned to take DK out for a night on the town but after siesta, there was no convincing me of getting out of bed. So Friday night, Bo and Brian (my room mates) didn't give me much of a choice. When we were leaving, DK walked out of his room and I was impressed to say the least because homeboy was looking fly as heck with his plaid pants, blazer and green shoes. He knew he was looking like a boss too but I don't think anyone else should try to pull that off, only DK.

We took DK to Chupitos for a few shots on fire then migrated to a different bar to meet up with some of our friends. After about an hour and a few drinks we were all having fun.

We went to a club and left after 10 minutes because it was bogus. As we were half way down the stairs of the subway I turned around and saw a guy rubbing his leg on DK's being obnoxious. None of us thought anything of it except maybe the guy was drunk so we told DK to just come on.

When we got to the subway, DK wasn't behind us anymore. We ran back up the stairs but couldn't find DK for about 5 minutes, then he comes of nowhere and tells us his "purse" was stolen by the guy we thought was obnoxious and drunk (talk about a buzz kill). Since there was nothing we could do we decided to go home. Once we got back down to the subway, two police officers approached us and told DK to go with them because they had found guys who met the description given by some random guy outside of the subway.

So the rest of us waited...and waited...and waited for at least 15 minutes for DK to come back but even after going to look for him once again, he was nowhere to be found. 

Great....we lost our room mate. All I could think about was, "damn Elisa is going to be pissed at us." And when we finally got home, got food and went to sleep.

The next morning when we woke up I prayed that DK had some how made it home because I didn't want to be there when we had to tell Elisa we lost our new room mate. I wasn't sure how she'd react and chances are I wouldn't understand what she said but either way I wouldn't want to be there..

Turns out the police took DK to the police station to identify 1 of 3 guys who had been taken in to custody. He got his purse back and took some cool pictures of the police station in the process.

While DK ended up being lucky and got his stuff back at the end of the night, some of my other friends had their iPhones and wallets stolen. 

So lesson learned people, don't ride the subway at night unless you want your stuff jacked.