I'm sitting at my favorite coffee shop this morning and can't help but think about the weekend I just had. No, I didn't go to Vegas and I didn't have a drunk bash, forgetting what I did. I spent it with family and friends. It was a long overdue trip back home to the Valley. Had not been there since Christmas.
It was a welcome break from the usual weekend trips to other places like Austin, Fort Worth or just weekend stays here in town working.
The feeling of overjoy kept creeping as the weekend got closer. I was going home to my old bed, the home cooked meals, the familiar hangout and of course friends and family. Friday night was relaxing, had dinner with the parents. Saturday morning was nice, but I had a long list of to-do's before heading out to hang with friends.
Much to my surprise and disappointment, two of my favorite hangout had closed. There is a local tea cafe I adored, could probably had moved next door had I had the opportunity. It was my "Starbucks" at the time. So it was a big surprise when I drove to get my favorite strawberry ice tea. Brewed at the cafe, fresh.
The door had a big sign that read, "closed till further notice" my heart was broken. So off I went to another place I usually hung out in - La Paletera. A place that serves raspas, fruit in a cup, corn in a cup, Mexican ice cream, you name it. And yes, it was closed as well. Drove to its second location, which was open.
Later one of my best friends (for about 15 years) informed me she is getting married and if I would like to be the maid of honor/witness at her wedding in two weeks.
"Sure I would love to!" I said. "Great, I'm 14 weeks pregnant," she said.
My last two disappointments had turned into pure feelings of joy!
I am going to be a maid of honor in two weddings in the span of four months!
Later that night, I drove to my cousin's house, another dear friend of mine. (We are not really blood relatives, but, well long story, for another blog.)
We went to a friend's party. The parties are fun, as they are always a house filled with broadcast reporters. Funny to see them on television on the five o'clock news very serious and when we hang, it's like a completely different story.
Before I go on into a "Dear Diary," entry about what happened there, I shall close the entry by saying I had an amazing time this weekend.
Sometimes you just have to go home, stop and think about what you have and feel blessed.
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