Kismet

Do you believe in kismet? I do. Tonight was a classic reason why I do.

Dictionary.com defines kismet as kis·met ( P ) Pronunciation Key (kzmt, -mt)
n. Fate; fortune.

I took two of my newest managers out to dinner tonight. They leave and another joins me for drinks. This guy, the late arriver is my steady eddy, my go to guy if I am in town and just want to unwind over a drink. It doesn't necessarily have to be an alcoholic drink. He's just there for me and I am there for him. We love that about our friendship. It's nice to have someone, you don't have direct responsibility with, that is there for you the way we are there for one another.

That's not the kismet part. We're on the way to the bathroom before we head out for the night. Out of the corner of my eye I see one of the hair stylists at the salon I used to go to, or at least I think I see her. I remember she said she moonlighted by tending bar at Outback 3 nights week awhile ago. It was one of those things I'd filed away in the back of my memory but really don't give a second thought to.

She sees me. She comes into the bathroom. She says come to the bar. K is at the bar. K is my current hairstylist; the girl who makes me bootiful every 7 weeks.

I love the energy of these girls. I've always thought about going out for a drink or expanding our friendship past the hair salon/stylist type relationship. I've never pursued it because let's be honest shall we? I'm never freaking home long enough to start a friendship with someone local.

Well, tonight I decided to abandon all of that, to throw caution to the wind, to just let the moment take me where it was destined to take me. It was kismet I tell you. I said goodbye to my co-worker and joined K at the bar for a drink. She just broke up with her boyfriend two nights ago and was ready to share. She was ready for whatever might come.

What came? Three more drinks over 5 hours, some karoke action, and a lot of fun I believe I am deserving of. They gave me lots of crap about not making this happen before. They get my job and thought it was silly that I didn't think they would understand the madness of my life. They accept me for who and what I am as I am at this stage of my life.

I can't give enough love and thanks to K and S for getting it. For accepting me. How rare is it for women to do this for each other? It's been my experience very rare. In case you are wondering, we had the conversation before the additional three drinks so I have faith in the conversation.

I call this kismet because I've been asking for changes in my life; for God and the universe to let me experience this type of joy and friendship again. It was, in my opinion, fate we chose Outback for dinner, that S would be working tonight, that K would be at the bar, and that I would throw caution to the wind and go with the flow tonight.

I, of course, will be cursing the hell out of the alarm clock when it goes off in less than 3.50 hours but for this moment in time, I thank God for the blessing tonight, for letting me let some locals in, for the laughter, for the day. The question is not will I survive later today but will I have the energy to hook up with them tonight for some old school jams and dancing at the casino down the road tonight?

Hope things are good in your world too. Peace.