I feel lucky. Yesterday was a right bastard, but so far today could not have gone better for me. [Best not to tempt fate just yet. I could still get hit by a bus]
First, a good early morning workout with the ever-inspiring Jaymes.
Then home to shower, dress and put on the beautiful new silver necklace and bracelet I bought myself as a reward for shedding 10 kilos and achieving my goal of running 4 kms in less than 20 mins. I know, they should be rewards in themselves, and they are, but I rarely indulge my magpie tendency towards shiny niceness so…
Next, my favourite band – Foo Fighters – announced via twitter that they would be playing a small gig tonight in Sydney. IN SYDNEY. TONIGHT. Oh. My. Effing. God. Tickets were to go on sale at midday, could only be bought in person and only one ticket per person, to foil scalpers. I was stuck in a meeting [work can be terribly inconvenient sometimes] but sent out an impassioned plea to friends in the area – via iphone held surreptitiously under the desk – in the, I thought, vain hope that one of them would somehow be able to circumvent the rules and get me a ticket even though I wasn’t able to get to the shop to queue.
In what can only be described as a heroically selfless act on the part of the incomparable Fugitive Pieces, who waited in line for more than two hours AND managed to persuade the Powers That Be not to put the no-tamper wrist band on too tightly so that she was able to wriggle it off and I was able to wriggle it on… I shall be going to the gig tonight. Cinderella, eat yer heart out.
After my annual review yesterday [and more on that anon], this is just what I needed. I still can’t quite believe that I’m going to get to see the Foos live tonight. I can’t stop smiling.
I am blessed with extraordinarily good friends.