Of tires and angels
Friday night I got a flat tire on the way home from a party in Jamaica Plains. The party was a nice time, good social fun, but the rather expensive tire put a downer on it. Saturday afternoon I suffered through my first sangria hang over of the year, and was crushed in two ETC practice games. Lately all I've been playing are bad match ups, which means lots of losing. Sara gave me a ride to SinOMatic, and the evening started taking a dark downward turn. I was able to bring it back up with some furious dancing, but all looked like it was lost.
And then.
A dark angel swooped down (my last ex) and gave me hugs and kisses and lots of encouraging comments. The details aren't important, but she salvaged the night, reminding me of my innate awesomeness.
And then.
A bright angel (well, blonde anyway) swooped down and offered to drive me home. By the time I arrived, we were both laughing and I ended the night with a smile on my face.
And then.
A dark angel swooped down (my last ex) and gave me hugs and kisses and lots of encouraging comments. The details aren't important, but she salvaged the night, reminding me of my innate awesomeness.
And then.
A bright angel (well, blonde anyway) swooped down and offered to drive me home. By the time I arrived, we were both laughing and I ended the night with a smile on my face.