Thanks Alex!

I want to personally thank Mr. Alex Samuels for coming to my unknowing rescue when I was casually documenting band moments and he sweetly handed me my debit card. I'd gone out to pay for two more hours of parking near the theater and only took it and my keys. He said it was just on the sidewalk. Oops! It'd only been about 15 minutes, but this is Capital Hill people. His only thank you request? A flash of my rack. Umm.. that would have to be run by the boyfriend, but Alex reminded me, "It iiiis your debit card. I think he'll understand."He might, but I should remind him, I'm the blogger. I did not pull the stripper card last night.