Triple Dates and Lost Wedding Rings

Last night Phil and I went out for a triple date night with two of my college roommates and their boyfriends. Samantha, Cherish, and I lived together at Roberts two years ago during my senior year and we have been great friends ever since. (ok, so we were friends before then too, but even closer afterward :-D ) The six of us met up at Movies 10 in Henrietta to watch Robin Hood. (If you haven't seen it, we all recommend it! It was very well done, not too gory for being an action film, and was fairly historically accurate.) Afterward we went to Tim Hortons/Cold Stone for ice cream and coffees. It was a great evening of catching up and laughing together. Hopefully it won't be 4 months before we all get together again. Although it very well may be that long since Samantha and Dan are both leaving the area in a month.

After being out late last night and sleeping in this morning, Phil and I relaxed around home for the first part of the day. While I was curled up on the bed listening to the music from GLEE and reading a book for class, Phil comes in and decides we are going to the mall.

For the past week he has been talking about finally buying the latest expansion for one of his MMO's, Ever Quest II. It has been out for a while but we have been contentedly playing World of Warcraft so he hadn't yet bought it. For the past few days I have tuned him out as he repeatedly changed his mind about buying the expansion or not. Today he finally decided it was worth buying it, so we went to the mall.

After he bought his game I made him go with me to Michaels to look at scrapbooking supplies. This was a personal achievement for me, as he HATES craft stores and has sworn to never set foot in JoAnne Fabrics again. (Perhaps this is because he waited in line at the fabric counter with me for 2 hours the weekend before halloween a few years ago. I think he's scared for life.)

After dragging him around the store for half an hour we were finally checking out when he looks down at his hand and exclaims, "My ring is gone!"

"What?" I asked, distractedly sliding my card through the machine.

"My wedding ring. It's gone."

"Are you sure? Did it fall off in your pocket?"

"No. I've checked. And it wasn't even loose." (Which it wasn't. He has to lather it up with soap to take it off anytime we get it cleaned.)

Racking our brains for where he might have lost it, we retraced our steps around the store with the cashier on her walkie talkie asking if any employees have seen it. No luck. It wasn't anywhere. We left our number with the cashier in case it shows up later.

We went back through the mall, retracing all our steps and leaving our numbers in the different stores we had stopped at. We also went to security. So far no one has called us back. Hopefully it will show up soon and we will get it back. If not, I think I will make him get a tattoo ring so he can't loose it again.