Every so often, there's a moment where everything just seems to line up on its own for you. You make plans to go one way, something goes awry, and you end up being led to a place better than where you intially headed.
Now, many people that know me will admit that it is hard to describe who I am. I tend to be a planner. A strategist. I embrace knowing that I can control where I will go in my life. At the same time, I come off as spontaneous. Roll with the punches. Drop everything on a dime and head out on a whim. Dichotomies were never really my bag.
Last night was no exception. With beer on my mind and no food in my belly, a buddy and I were off. I was really craving some pub food, so the plan was to hit up a small bar that we had heard about from a co-worker. After picking up some supplies, we went on a search for said venue. It took us 10 minutes before we realized we were in the wrong town.
Luckily, we had passed a burger joint that we had never heard of before. Food was good, pitchers were cheap. Problem solved.
However, we were still set on trying this place out, so we headed to the correct town. Found the place, parked the car, and walked to the front. Since I had covered the last pitcher, my buddy was going to take care of the next one. Only thing that stopped us were those dreaded two words that most of us thirsty young Americans fear: Cash Only.
Fortunately, there was a bar across the street that would take card, so we proceeded in. The place had more security people than actual patrons, which is always a good sign... we picked up a pitcher and proceeded to the pool table.
Now a quarter-fed pool table is a great value for people who are no good at pool. My associate and I are both dreadful. A couple girls picked up on this and decided to join in. A couple of pool sharks, they were.
Fast forward half an hour. The place is packed; Thursdays, it turns out, are moneymaker nights for this venue. People are packed waiting at the door. We finish our drinks, call it a night, and say goodbye to our new friends. You can bet we'll see both that venue and those people again.
Sometimes... when things don't go the way they were planned, you just have to say "screw it" and live in the moment.
