Turns out...

My hat is not in fact lost, it went home on the head of who was wearing it from the party... not me- correct, but not lost.  I am an idiot.  Finished my scotch, in the to go cup from work that I put it in so I could walk home, and will now be proceeding to sleep land, dreaming of vacation, warm weather, good music, and guacamole.

Taxi- you, in fact, are 0
Hannah- obviously, 1.

F- you taxi, almost thought you had me....