Oh the cumulative hours I've spent searching for that little rascal.
  1. Anywhere in the kitchen
    Lame, but often.
  2. My purse
    Normally a few days after attending a house party where I brought wine and was not about to have to open it using Google hacks if the party-throwers were screw-lacking.
  3. My backpack
    Not really sure how that happened, but it was during college so that aspect of it makes sense.
  4. My underwear drawer
    100% true. I looked for this thing for weeks, WEEKS, and then one day, after ordering a new one, I groped for a sports bra and instead felt hard plastic and metal. No idea how or why, but there it was. Drunk Kayla of the past is an enigma.