good times, bad times

last night was AWESOME - for awhile at least.
met all these Québec people who could barely speak any english, so i practiced ma francais all night long...we went out to a few different bars, and finally found this fucking awesome HUGE hip hop bar...packed tight full of people!!! GREAT music ....$20 cover...oops.
so short version of this is right here: we left our stuff in a pile in a corner...i go back an hour later after dancing through the crowd with a few people i met...GREAT time - my wallet has bee taken out...everything i need is gone...visa, ALL the money i have to my name (and i mean, i couldnt make a phone call had to walk home) my bank card, sin, license, etc....fucked.
sooooo, today i spent on the phne with my parents, the bank, everything tired and crying and horrid feeling -still am! and ummm...yeah.
im pretty lucky actually, have my passport and my ticket home...thats better than nothing-so you wont be hearing from me until i arrive in Vancity at Colleens place as i have no money-the girl at teh fron tdesk gave me 20mins free internet.
Im okay...a relative ive never met lives here, dad made me call her -shes cool! ,anyway...borrowed money from my parenst through her, so i can eat and possibly change the date of my flight home