Poof, Gone, and Adios Motherfucker

I think I drank 10 bottles of this stuff last night. I have no other way to explain how I lost my bag (contents: iPod, brand new digi-cam I bought on Sunday, and worst of all, work stuff) sometime from 1am to 3am in the vicinity of the Magician and 151.

UPDATE: Bag was recovered from 151 after all. "Stay of Intervention" miraculously granted once again.