everything detachable

it's that time of year! the cold time of year when everyone loses everything. too many things detachable, naturally fragmenting. the Democrats threw a rager last night and this morning there were several panicked emails sent out by the people in charge of the party, begging people to come back and claim their belongings. I know the coat room at Weaver must still be a small, room-sized sea of forgotten coats, mis-matched gloves and lost scarves. someone lost their hat. someone else took home the wrong jacket, ill-fitting and navy blue in the morning light, not black after all. I bet at least one girl started the evening out in high heels, and left in a borrowed pair of boots. it's a lovely and completely solvable mess, the mass-losing: go back and un-lose.