I love when unexpected things happen. Good unexpected things.
This evening we walked down to a local bar where friends were gathering for happy hour. Sorry I didn’t take photos inside. It’s a bar. You know. Lots of guys at the bar watching baseball, our group at a big table near the video games.
Then, as we’re hanging out with friends, a former student recognizes my husband, says hi, and lets us know that her taco truck will be parked outside, serving food in a little while. Cool! And while we’re buying tacos from her, another almost former student of mine, who now works at the school where I worked when I first moved here, as does the former student of my husband’s, also comes up to get a taco. How cool is that? It’s a small town, folks.
By the way, the tacos were awesome, and I’m still waiting for the G&Ts to wear off . . .