I bitch a lot about how much bad luck I have. And I do have quite a lot of bad luck. Lots of doors closing to lead me down that one perfect road... as Katy Perry would probably say if she knew me. I actually experienced good luck today. It was random, it was unexpected and it was very timely.
I was bored out of my mind. I was beyond my regular kind of bored and I'd entered the territory of dangerously bored. That's the kind of bored where not only do you not have anything that needs doing, you have nothing you want to do. So you wander aimlessly from room to room wondering how you're going to occupy your time. Because sleeping is not a healthy option.
In the midst of my wanderings, the phone rang. I wasn't holding out much hope. My sister usually calls me from work to ask what we're having for supper and then to announce whether or not she'll be attending and with how many guests. That or my parents checking in to make sure I haven't gone completely crazy and tied my sister to a chair to limit her mess making capabilities. Or just to make sure I haven't completely lost my mind. As it turns out, it was Dana calling.
She was back in town. We hadn't seen each other in... well, we tried to figure it out but we couldn't pinpoint when the last time we saw each other was. I think I was on placement. It was quickly agreed that we had to hang out. As always, we continued our coffee fetching and bitching out tradition. We really have to come up with a better name for that. Neither of us even drinks coffee. We were extremely loud, we laughed a lot, Dana even tried a lemonade flavour that was made up at random when we ordered. I ran into one of my former students. She was one of the ones I had a soft spot for. She addressed me as Miss Dailey which of course had Dana in stitches. In a show of maturity, I threw my crumpled straw wrapper at her boobs, trying to get it down her shirt. I guess I threw it too hard because it bounced back out... awkward. I don't think my student witnessed that. Fingers crossed.
We eventually came back to my house where we played Mario Party. We were a little sleepy and feeling a little silly... er. We wound up swearing a lot at the stupid hat host. God he's annoying. And at one point, Dana started rambling about how people only ever pray to baby Jesus or adult Jesus. She was wondering what mischief teen Jesus got into that made him such a bad example to pray to. I was just laughing and therefore contributed nothing to the conversation. Shockingly, we were not under the influence of anything... except maybe sugar? Conversations like these are the reason I'm paranoid about meeting up with students when I'm in public. Especially since they always seem to find me before I spot them... if I spot them.
And so, with one phone call, my day turned around. Stroke of luck I call it!