Sunday. Woke up at friends place in Brickell. No phone. Ecigarette was gone too. This day was a disaster. Like few months ago my phone was stolen. Working like a CSI for 4 days I was incredibly lucky to find the thief and get my phone back. But its past luck.
Yesterday again I got drunk and lost the phone in cab. All day Idid everything I could do. Tracked it down until it was switched off. Went to work.
Analyzed location history in google and timings where the phone was. Having receipt from taxi (lucky to have it after blackout night) with cab no. and driver id I contacted few taxi drivers who were driving the cab and they said nothing. Taxi company never picks up phone either.
Some japanese girl from hostel left me her phone to use.
At late night after work I spent 3 hours driving around south beach in hopes to find the actual cab. Wanted to just go to Treehouse and get drunk as it was good djs playing there. At 5am just when i just gave up and headed home – taxi no 3294 passed me. He had a customer inside so I followed him from south beach to downtown to club E11even. Showed him receipt and searched the car. How incredibly lucky I am to find the phone right under the seat 23 hours later after losing it?? God is playing weird games! Went home at 6am happy!