Funny How Things Work Out

You know how sometimes you get an idea into your head, it gets stuck there, and all of a sudden everything you see and do is filtered through that idea? Yeah. Maybe it’s because being open to the unexpected has been on my mind a lot lately, but this weekend definitely hammered home the thought that crazy but wonderful things can happen when you go with the flow.

Overall, last week was kind of crummy for all sorts of reasons, and when I woke up super anxious on Saturday morning, I was more than ready to get outside and have a nice head-clearing three miler. Unfortunately, I didn’t get my wish. I’ve been having all sorts of shoe trouble lately which has led to an old injury flaring up and made for lousy run which did nothing to improve my already lousy mood.

Fortunately, my day only improved from there. In the afternoon I headed over to Kelsey’s for January’s food club book club.

Yummmmm.

We actually talked about the book for a change this time and were in the midst of a good discussion when I unceremoniously got up and changed because I had to head off to breakdancing.

The class wasn’t free this week and it definitely showed in the number of people who came. There were probably 10-12 people at the first class, but when I arrived about five minutes before class started on Saturday, I was the only one there. As unique of an opportunity as a private lesson might have been, I was pretty happy when the friend I originally went to the class with and my friend’s friend showed up as well.

In a completely unexpected twist of fate, I found out after class that my friend and I both had plans to go to the same concert on Saturday night. A friend of mine from college had asked me weeks ago if I had any interest in seeing the Freelance Whales, and though my answer was pretty much no, given that that’s not usually my musical scene, I agreed to go anyway for the sake of hanging out with my college friend. Finding out that my breakdancing friend would be there as well made me about 100x more excited for the concert and 1000x more interested in seeing where the night might lead.

The concert…ehhhh, I could take it or leave it. Probably leave it. Like I said, the Freelance Whales (and whoever their two openers were) is not up my music alley, and while it’s all right to stand around and bob my head to the beat, I think concerts tend to me more fun when you, you know, actually know any of the group’s songs at all. And/or like that style of music. BUT hanging out with my friends was a blast, so it was worth it. We ended up heading out to Wicker Park afterwards and hung out over there for a long time. Again, definitely a place that’s not normally my scene, but the company I was with made it more than worth it. Honestly, it was probably one of, if not the, best and most fun nights I’ve had in Chicago thus far.

Even though the night was so awesome, I did stay out far, far, faaaaaaaaar past my bedtime. I expected to sleep in pretty late on Sunday but woke up at 9:30 and couldn’t fall back asleep, so I got up and decided that if I could get ready in time to make it to church, I’d go. As it turned out, I finished getting ready in time to make it to a church nearby I had thought about attending for awhile, and I liked that church more than any of the others I’ve visited in my church shopping venture and think it has a lot of potential to be somewhere I might stay.

So see? I wouldn’t have gone to that church if I hadn’t stayed out so late, which wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t known my friend was going to Freelance Whales, which wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t taken breakdancing, which wouldn’t have happened if I weren’t friends with this person in the first place, which wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t taken hip hop.

And that, friends, is why we stay open to the unexpected.

Did you do anything fun this weekend?
What kind of music do you like? I’m definitely more into country than…whatever it was I saw on Saturday haha.

(p.s. sorry for being a bad blogger and not taking pictures all weekend. It was one of those times where enjoying the moment was more important than taking pictures to blog about it later, you know?)