What?! Really? You can't be serious. Oh, you are. Great. So I was supposed to leave by myself, to my wedding, and wait for all of my bridesmaids to meet me later, after they get their hair done by the SAME HAIR DRESSER. All of them. By the SAME HAIRDRESSER. I was so mad. All of the beautician's called in that day but one...so she had to do all of their hair by herself. Can you imagine how long that takes? So I said goodbye to them, got in my car, and left. By myself. To meet my future husband, who was late himself, so that tells you the kind of luck I had that day. Why was he late, you ask? He was getting his hair done. Ironic. Anyway, I expected my girls to be late, but I did not expect them to miss the wedding pictures. Or Dan and I walking out for the first time as husband & wife. Or the beginning of the reception, too. Dude. I think I could've done all of their hair in an hour. And it would've been $650 cheaper, too. Dan paid. Here's a big fat bill, sweetie. Aren't you glad you married me? Oh, by the way, you're marrying my luck, too.
Planning. That’s what I had been doing for weeks and weeks. I was taking Dan to a surprise trip to California when we were dating, and I had set back a lot of money and time to get everything perfect. He picked me up around 8:30 pm that night, and we were excited. We had munchies packed, good music, a romantic mood, and a virus. Yep. A virus. Dan was sick. But we decided to go anyway, and headed out. We drove and drove, and right around Southern California is when he really started to feel horrible. And that’s when we got stuck in a blizzard (In February. In SOUTHERN California. Am I the only one stumped by this??) Anyway, we sat on the side of the road, freeeeeeezing. By this time, Dan was shaking and feeling really sick, and we-were-stuck. But we had to do something for him, so we walked to a nearby gas station where people seemed to be getting supplies. All they had was some kind of Benadryl. So, we bought it. I gotta tell you, I was not happy about this, because it meant I would have to drive us out of the blizzard, and I don’t do blizzards. I can’t even do a traffic jam. But, I agreed to drive when that time came, and all seemed well. Did I mention above that we have bad luck…?
We were stuck on the side of the road for hours & hours, so when it came time to drive, Dan was no longer sleepy from the medicine. He drove a bit, and I drove the rest. When we got to our destination it was about 5:45 am, and we were starving, so we ate. Then we thought we’d try to get into our hotel room a few hours early since it was so vacant, so Dan could rest (by this time he was death on feet). The receptionist not-so-politely told us no. I was ready to bite her head off but Dan didn’t want a scene. Honestly, he was SO mad at me for being so upset with the lady, that I think he secretly wanted to dump me. Right there. In front of our Hotel. So we went to Sea World instead, myself and Mr. Walking Dead. Now I must add that I am editing the majority of horrifying things that went on during this trip. This is just one bad luck moment. Anyway, eventually we were able to later get into our hotel room, where I stayed mad at him for getting a separate room. Why a separate room? Because he is a gentleman. And it was from those separate rooms that we wanted to kill each other for a good portion of the trip. Obviously though, he didn't dump me. With our luck put together, he probably should have.
It's not often Dan gets depressed. But there was once, last year. He was trying so hard to work the Real Estate, so we could start a new life, a new profession...and it's something we love to do. So, he decided he would take two straight weeks off of work, and do nothing but real estate. Literally NOTHING. He had built up the vacation hours for 10 years, to spend them on something life changing and important. So here it was. He wanted to use them on this. He worked it out so perfectly..the clients...the hours...everything was set up. We even had a high-roller client coming down from California during those two weeks specifically so Dan could help him. Dan was so excited. So he made plans, and boy, was my husband non existent to us. He was in and out, putting in contracts, doing buys & sells, signing leases, seriously the best real estate agent I'd ever seen. When the two weeks were up, he sat back and felt really, really good about the hours..obviously well spent. But let me tell you something about Dan and I. We have a little problem. It's called Bad Luck. Have you read the above posts? Exactly. So what happened? Deal after deal fell through. And I'm not talking one or two or three deals. I'm talking TEN deals or more, one which included a million dollar buyer. Yeah. Still haven't healed from that one. Anyway, by the time Monday rolled around to go back to work, Dan was so sad, he didn't want to eat, or sleep, or answer his phone :(. I tell ya, it was so sad for him that when I asked him some of the worst bad luck moments we've had, he immediately brought up his "two weeks vacation time" adventure. "Down the drain", he says to me, still with a hint of regret in his voice.
You see, I get mad about my wedding not going perfect, or the perfect vacation going down hill. But not Dan. He's logical. Smart. Motivated. He regrets things he's done or not been able to do, or dreams crushed. While I, selfishly, regret the bad hair-cut I got last week. Goes to show you who has more soul.
But that's a whole other post :)