I can't even believe my good fortune.
Here I sat, cleaning out my inbox, when our advertising design director, Vicki Dodson, stuck her head into my office.
"Hey," I said not looking up from my computer screen. (I'm a jerk like that sometimes.)
"Do you like Fleetwood Mac?" she asked hesitantly
She had my attention now.
"Um, yes. Yes I do."
"Well, there's a guy from WTMD handing out free pairs of Fleetwood Mac tickets outside of Taco Fiesta right now, but you have to hurry, he's only going to be there until about 2."
You know how in cartoons, characters in a hurry run through walls leaving a perfect outline of themselves behind? Yeah, I basically did that.
Sure enough, I hustled up the block from our Lancaster Street office and there was the WTMD man, sitting at a sidewalk table enjoying a taco with his dog.
"Want a pair?" he asked casually.
I don't even think I said anything, rendered mute as I was by the complete good fortune that had befallen me. I merely nodded, and accepted my tickets before scurrying back to the office.
So, of course, I'm thrilled to be attending tomorrow night's concert at 1st Mariner by my all-time favorite band, but I'm equally excited that it happened the way it did.
You know how most of the time things in life are hard? Everything takes, work, planning, coordination, endless amounts of communication, compromise, and patience. And then, every once in great while, you get exactly what you want. That's what happened to me today. So . . . good day.
Now watch me get into a car accident on the way home.