I am still at a loss.
I have woken up in the middle of the night at 3:29am.
I have opened books to page 329.
I also look for birthdays on March 29, like these people are supposed to have some significance on my life. I have not yet met anyone with this birthday. And nothing significant happens each time March 29th rolls around.
The stock Market crashed on March 29, 1929. Capitalism almost tanked, big deal.
I recently went to Italy for my honeymoon. It was wonderful. The best trip of my life, with my best friend. Twice I found 329 when I wasn't looking.

Once above a brown, paint-chipped door along the Grand Canal in Venice.

The second time was in Rome. I looked up at a tree to my right and noticed a red tag nailed to it. I looked closer and saw the #329. Purely random.
I also ran into Modest Mouse in my Hotel lobby the first day in Rome, on June 2, 2007. They were pissed because the elevator was broken. Isaac had a black eye, so I wasn't about to approach him. Even though they are my favorite band.
I guess it might be good and bad luck at the same time.
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