…who needs plans?
Friday night I planned to be very exciting by going home and tackling several weeks worth of laundry and a mess of a house.
3:50- Leave work.
4:00- Cell phone rings.”Stop at the bar for a drink with us.”
4:15- I’m having drinks with a few friends.
4:45- Hysteria ensues… everything is funnier with booze.
4:50- “What’s everyone up to this weekend?” Followed by several ‘nothing’ answers.
5:00- Checking airline tickets to Las Vegas. All flights are either grounded due to Old Man Winter or are upwards of $400.
5:15- Brainstorming.
5:30- Cut off booze.
6:00- Headed home.
6:15- Showering and packing a bag.
6:30- Dropping the dog off at the sitter (a.k.a. Ma and Pa’s house).
7:15- Jumping in a truck with an overnight bag and 3 pals for a last-minute roadtrip.
7:16- Thinking: “Holy crap, what am I doing?”
7:17- Friends say they’re “glad to have me along” and “not many others would get this invite and jump on it, you’re awesome.”
7:17:30- Reassured and know that I’ve clearly made the right decision and, I sure do know some fun people.
Several hours of driving later, we’re in Vegas. We went. We saw. We ate. We drank. We conquered. We left.
Lesson learned: Plans can change, and it’s alright.