Originally, I was going to be in Louisville all weekend (Thursday - Sunday). I was going to visit with my big brother (Kelly.. aka Bub) and his wife (Jamie... aka... uh, Jamie), but his grand-dad got sick, like really bad ill, and the family was getting together to help him out. Since I was going to Louisville anyway, I was going to take Stephanie to the airport for her trip out to Salt Lake City.
So my plan changed, I still took Steph to the airport, but I met up with a bunch of friends that I know in town, some people I hadn't seen in about 5 years, and others I had worked with just last summer. That group of people (who all work together at Actors Theatre of Louisville) have a poker night every Thursday, and invited me along. So we sat around shooting the bull, playing good ole' Texas Hold 'Em, and drinking a few beers. I ended up crashing on a couch at my friends' apartment.
Now, my car failed to start at one point on Thursday, but I got it jumped and it was fine. Go to get in my car on Friday morning, and I turn it on just to make sure it was still workin before running in to say bye to the gang. After saying my fare-wells, I get in the car, and nothing. Dead. So I get my car jumped again, and head straight for the nearest Auto Zone to buy a battery.
Behind the counter, I met the love of my life.
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Just kidding... wouldn't that have been cool, though?
Now, it's Saturday, and another plan changed. After Kelly had told me they weren't going to be home this weekend, I decided to make today the day I finally get all my furniture out of the house in Lexington... well, it snowed big last night. So, I'm staying at home and working on a project most of the day, lounging around, and relaxing.
I think the big thing about changing plans, is to be flexible, and not let it get to you. Just make the best out of a bad situation, even if it doesn't look like there is a "better" to the bad.