Burglarized

This past weekend we were burglarized. My poor new roommate Melissa — she had just moved in this past month.

I spent Saturday out all day: yogaing, breakfasting, snowwalking in Central Park and then finally I’m back in Brooklyn to hang out with Joy and Melissa. We met up with Jesse in Bushwick because we were going to see MAMA BEAR. The venue was sweet too — reminded me of house shows in Davis. I had such a super great fun time that I wanted it to last forever. Melissa and I failed at getting a cab to pick us up after the show. We attempted to walk but I complained: I NEED a cab… and I never take cabs! After I got home I felt sick. That’s when Melissa told me that she thinks we were robbed. Both our laptops were gone and Jenn’s bike which is usually in front of the door was moved. Someone came in through there!

The next day I was still in disbelief. Mixed emotions. Melissa and I coaxed Joy and Jesse to come over from the city to have brunch with us. After brunch we went to a cafe and started reading. Not having a computer could be nice sometimes… like not having to fight for the plugs ?!

After the Manhattanites left, Melissa and I went home to let our super know about the burglary. He told us to call the police. After we got back from grocery shopping, we dailed 911. Two officers came over and questioned each of us — mostly about the times we were in and out of the apartment. They probably thought we were all party people. One left at 9:30p and came home the next afternoon. Another left in the morning and came back at 1:30a. Melissa left at noon and I was not home at all Friday/Saturday and we both came back at 4 in the morning. It was embarrassing to not be able to answer some of the officer’s questions because we couldn’t remember — it had been a long busy night. The questioning took forever. And what took even longer was that the officer had to wait for the sergeant because they forgot a form. At least he arrived again and called us both down. He asked, “do you trust your roommates?” They also informed us that the fingerprint dusting team will be coming. I almost feel embarrassed about all of this — but hey, it’d be awesome if they caught the thief(s). This whole thing took way too long and we didn’t end up eating until almost midnight.

Later, we found out it may have been an inside job because the same burglary happened a few days later. The apartment two floors down also had their electronics stolen. The point of entry was also a mystery. No forced-entry was detected.

It wasn’t until more than a month later that I received a detective call saying, “Sorry, case closed.” There was no more evidence to pinpoint anyone.

Incident  #2 of 2010.