Stolen identity...

I thought Saturday would be a day to rest my muscles....and now it seems like Sunday will end up being the same. Last night I went out with some friends in Adams Morgan and Dupont Circle. Evening was nice enough...I was so tired I only had a few sips of a vodka tonic and half a beer. We ended up at this dive called Zucchabar that was blaring 80s music. So like all the women I was with, we laid our bags and coats on a big stuffed chair we were all standing next to. Our group was standing around the stuff all night until the end when most of group shifted down the bar a bit to dance to a few songs. I could still see my bag...and so I made a quick trip to the bathroom. When I came back...gone. So the jerks that were calling themselves security looked around, told me they had been having a problem recently with a customer taking bags, and told me in so many words I was stupid for leaving it there... Maybe I was, but certainly not the way to calm someone down. I had everything in that bag...license, passport, insurance cards, work id, i pod, you name it. So one just stole me!
So needless to say, I'm still incredibly upset. By some good grace, I had my keys in my pocket. So I can still get into my apartment and car. But my little identity is off in some scummy thief's hands. :(