Every time I have a bad day (i.e. waiting at the DMV for hours on Friday and paying for a fine I didn’t know I had), I remember how perfectly necessary it is to have this day.
I had a bad Friday. The kind where you are stuck in lines, things don’t go smoothly, you spend a lot of money with no fun attached to it and there’s traffic… lots of traffic. At the end of the day, I headed downtown to meet Mike and a friend for a drink. It took me about 30 minutes to get there and then about 30 minutes more to get through the next 100 yards. San Diego Comic-Con = insane amount of people dressed up. CosPlay at its absolute bestest!
I sat back in my car, took a deep breath, realizing there was nothing I could to to make this go faster, but enjoy it. I turned the music up and entertained myself as the crowd crossed the street and as the red light changed three times before I could even move one foot. But, it was okay. I had an old-fashioned waiting for me and a hot guy. Everything was going to be okay, indeed.
We met up with our friends , we laughed and I got to meet an artist that I super love! Ironically, his name is Michael Summers and it wasn’t until after talking him and telling him the story of how I knocked over a sculpture in a local gallery from looking at some really cool paintings that we discovered it was his work I was looking at it.
The rest of the weekend was filled with endless fun with friends and I give credit to Friday for enjoying it that much more.