Crack Withdrawal Pt. I — I need a hit

It’s 6:09 a.m.

9 minutes since I realized I lost my Blackberry.

This is a photo of my Blackberry during the good times. It’s actually from a blog I never posted called “Never leave home without them — my Crackberry and├é┬ámy set list.” So much for that…

I’m sitting at the gate ready to fly back home and I’m looking through my bookbag for my ‘medicine.’ Crackberry… where are you? I looked in the small pouch in front where my camera and my keys are. Looked in the miedum size zip compartment and in the large one.

No Blackberry.

I stood up and checked my pockets. Felt myself up pretty good. Looked in my sweatshirt and my puffy coat. No luck. I exhaled and I saw my life flash before my eyes. Every club/booker contact, tons of old friends… I’m not even sure I know my mom’s cell number. Never needed to know it as long as I know how to spell Mom. M-O-M. I asked the lady sitting across from me if she’d be so kind as to call my phone in case I was just overlooking it in the bag. I knew it was on full volume because I just used it to wake myself up. She called me.

But my bag didn’t ring.

It’s 6:21 a.m.

She allowed me to use her cell so that I could call the hotel and see if I left it in the room or at the front desk when I checked out. It wasn’t at the desk. And the operator told me she’d have housekeeping check the room when they got in. “What time is that?” I asked. “Soon,” she said.

I can’t wait ’til soon.

It’s 6:37 a.m.

And now I understand why they tell recovering addicts to cut off their friends who are still using. It’s too hard to watch someone do the drug you love and not indulge. The man sitting in the chair next to me is on his Blackberry right now. I’m trying to be discrete but I can’t stop looking at it. Maybe I should get up and move. Distance myself from the poison. Or maybe… I could ask him to let me touch it.

It’s 6:40 a.m.

I asked the nice woman across from me if I could borrow her phone once more so that I could try and call it again. This time someone answers. It’s Jenna. The manager from the club that dropped me off at the airport. Duh. I didn’t even think I took the phone out in the car. She said she would overnite it to me. All is well with the world…

But wait…

Overnite it? That means I won’t have it until sometime tomorrow. How am I gonna make it ’til tomorrow? Oh God.

It’s 6:43 a.m.

I have to get on the plane now.├é┬áI don’t anticipate├é┬áthis being a good├é┬áday. Stay tuned for updates.

To Be Continued…


… Cause I know those e-mails were about to start pouring in ;)

I figured out the Blackberry mystery and just in case there was anyone else out there wondering how to do this, I wanted to share. I just talked to 3 way more technical├é┬ápeople who own Blackberrys (or is it Blackberry’s… or Blackberries?) and they didn’t know either so I don’t feel so bad… When typing alpha characters into a phone field all you gotta do is├é┬áhold the “ALT” key and type the letter you want to enter on the QWERTY keypad. The letters show up and then when you press “Send” it translates to the numbers. Hooray!!!

You’re welcome ;)

Moviefone on my Blackberry a.k.a. where are the letters?

So… overall I’ve adjusted well to my new-ish Blackberry. As a person who was previously gadget-averse, I have come to appreciate most of the bells and whistles that come along with my Blackberry Curve. But today I was confronted with a problem for which there was no solution (that I could see). All you hi-tech folks, let me know if there’s a way to do this… There HAS to be…

I was riding in my car today on my way to see Tropic Thunder and I needed to call Moviefone to verify the start time of the show and when it came time to enter ‘THE NAME OF THE MOVIE YOU WANT TO SEE” I couldn’t do it because there are no letters on the numeric part of the keypad. I’ve been using phones for probably 27 years or so, but I was paralyzed without the letters. Is Blackberry trying to tell me that I should have memorized this by now? Is there a function that allows me to see the equivalent letters? Or is this the worst design flaw in the history of cell phones? I know that I’m gonna probably feel like an idiot once someone shows me how this works, but I can also imagine calling an office and trying to spell someone’s last name would be kind of challenging, unless of course that person’s last name was ABC.

But I don’t think that’s a very common surname.


And yes, I’m aware that I’m turning this blog into a support forum, but it’s all I got!