Friday the 13th -my new favorite non-holiday

Perhaps it was the full moon that was forecast for later that evening.  Or maybe it was karma, of the good kind.  Or better yet?  The stars aligned finally.  Who knows? But this past Friday the 13th will forever be embedded in my heart.  So remember back in April when I told you all about my Opening Day adventures at the Astros game?  And remember the story I told you about HIM and how for the past five years I have seen him at the game on Opening Day?  Well, guess what bloggies?  I not only saw him Friday evening but I also spoke to him.  That's right.  This girl right here, finally had the guts to go up to him after all these years.  And you know what? It was the best thing I  did that day.  Seriously.  No I was not at the ballpark.  Heh.   I was at a company happy hour with coworkers.  We had just had the day from hell and looked the part too, so we needed to drown our sorrows and angst in some adult beverages.  A lot of them apparently, from what I recollect.  Picture this, we were sitting at a table inside a neighborhood bar, it was directly in front of the door leading out to the patio.  I decide to sit at the end of the table, facing the door.  The place was crowded, loud and chaotic. Typical Friday afternoon right?  So as I'm sitting there I happen to look up just as the door opens and he walks in.  I glanced fairly quickly at him, thinking to myself, "He looks like _____" and then looked away.  Well he glanced at me too just as quickly as I had.  I returned to the conversation at the table but again, something made me look towards the bar which was directly to the the side of me.  And there he was again and this time, I took a good look.  And it was HIM.  As usual, my heart starts racing, I start feeling hot, my stomach is doing flip flops.  The first thing I think of course is, "OMG, I look like crap!" and "I'm wearing my glasses, double crap!"  But you know, sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.  So I scurried  to the ladies room with make-up bag in hand.  Re-touched my make up and pretended I looked like a million bucks.  I went back to the table and subtly searched the room for him.  He was easy to find.  The place is not that big.  I spot him near the bar and I just get up and walk up to him.  He had his back to me.  I tapped him on his shoulder or his lower back really, he's very tall and I'm, well I'm not.  He turned around and looked at me for a second.  I smiled at him and then he gave me that smile of his, that big, beautiful smile.  And then he gave me the best hug ever.  He was always a great hugger.  We started talking at the same time, laughed at that and then did it again.  We spoke for only a few minutes but it seemed like forever.  I congratulated him on his engagement and wished him the best.  He asked how I was doing, stuff like that. We hugged again, and he walked me back to my table and said good bye.  I of course, could not stop smiling the rest of the evening.  A meteor could have come barrelling out of the sky and landed right in front of me, and still, I would still be smiling.  I was so happy not only to see him, but to finally talk to him, after all this time.  I needed this to happen.  If for no other reason, than to lay something to rest that needed to be put to rest.  Perhaps you are confused and don't understand me and that's okay.  I understand me.  And now, if I see him next Opening Day, I won't hesitate to say hello.

In other news, I hope all of you Dads out there had a great Father's Day! Hope you were spoiled a lot, too. I was not able to see my dad today, but I did talk to him over the phone.

Guess what bloggies?  A week from today (well yesterday) I will be in Cancun, Mexico.  Fun, sun and relaxation with a few shenanigans thrown in,  I'm sure.

It's a new week friends, make it count.

Be good.