This past weekend was incredibly rad.
It started with seeing The Postal Service play at Comerica with my friend Ben. To say that I'm wildly in love with Benjamin Gibbard (the lead singer of The Postal Service) would be the understatement of the century.
Then on Friday, I had the opportunity to fly to L.A. and meet my internet friend Kenz (who runs a fantastic blog here) and her husband and friends, and go to Disneyland.
I am not exaggerating when I say that Kenz and her husband are two of the nicest, most selfless people that I have ever met. They're also the most fun.
Now I'm going to tell you the parable of Heidi and California.
If you recall, last year, I planned a trip to San Diego to go see my favorite band. I took time off of work, we got a hotel, and tickets to the show. It was to be a grand time.
On the way, the friend who decided to drive got pulled over, and unbeknownst to him, had a suspended license. The result of this was a very hot, uncomfortable ride in the back of a police car, and several hours stuck at the Yuma DMV while the driver friend tried to un-impound his car to no avail. (For the record, I had a fantastic attitude about this. I deserve a good attitude medal.)
After a long, hot, car-less day, my dad was finally able to pick us up and take us back to Mesa. We missed the concert, and lost our hotel reservations. Despite my great attitude, I was horribly sad. Motion City Soundtrack (the band we were to see) was on tour, and for some reason had left Arizona off of their tour list. I wouldn't be able to see them. This probably makes no sense to normal people, but I was majorly bummed out.
Fast forward a couple of months. Taking Back Sunday (another band I love) was coming on tour, and playing in the valley. Motion City Soundtrack announced that they would be stopping with TBS in once city only, and that city was none other than Tempe, Arizona. Naturally, I bought tickets, and had an even better time seeing both bands than I would have if I had seen just MCS alone.
Fast forward again. (If you're still following. I have a point, I promise.)
A few weeks ago, one of my best friends and I had plans to go to Disneyland. We were so excited. Unfortunately, when we got to the hotel, my friend got terribly sick, and the next morning, we made the decision to turn around and come back. I was disappointed, but what can you do? At least we got to stop at some awesome outlets on the way back, and I bought myself way too many things.
On the way home, Kenz sent me a message inviting me to meet them in Disneyland this weekend. I had some extra funds from not going as planned, so I made a rash decision, bought a plane ticket, and obviously just spent a great day there. While I wish that we had been able to go as planned a few weeks ago, I was able to cultivate friendships with amazing people this weekend, that perhaps will have some sway in decisions I'm making for the future. Stay tuned.
I've been thinking about these two events a lot recently. While both were based around pretty trivial things, I can't help but wonder if there's a lesson I'm to be learning. Maybe there is no lesson, and it's all just been coincidence. Whatever the case is, it's helped me to develop a testimony that when things fall apart, something of equal or greater value will come along. Perhaps it won't always be in as obvious of circumstances, but I'm grateful to know that these tender mercies from the Lord do exist. Hopefully I can just remember that the next time disaster strikes. :)
This might be the cheesiest thing I've ever written, but dreams do come true, guys. Even if it's not in the way that we want them to.