Last Thursday, Nick's cell rang—his parents were on the line. A distant relative was having a party of sorts on Sunday...would he be making an appearance? He swiveled the receiver from his mouth and asked me, "Do we have plans on Sunday?" I shook my head.

Friday afternoon, I got a call from Nick who, after demanding I change my voicemail from the Mechanical, "YOU. HAVE. REACHED. THE. VOICEMAIL. OF. [laura phillips]..." asked me again if I had plans on Sunday. Thinking this a trick question, because Nick is a smart ass and pulls stunts such as these, I talked in my kindergartner's voice while purring, "We are going to your great aunt (or some relative like that)'s anniversary party."

"Yeah, I'm blowing that off."

I proceeded to record the dorkiest voicemail message ever and get a little giddy...you see, Nick would be taking me to Sunday's Brewers game! I love that Nick is so outgoing. I love that he isn't content to waste a weekend doing nothing, and I especially love that he would do just about anything to ease the weight from my chest when my heart grows heavy. Nick's quality people.

The Brewers lost, but the Polish Sausage won...Nick's Polish. As for myself and Nick's German acquaintance, we were more than a little disappointed to see the Bratwurst fair so abominably...but I was duly happy for Nicholas. The sausage race greatly entertained me...much like the race waves at The Susan B. Komen Race for the Cure which detailed where a runner ought position themselves: Serious Runners, Not So Serious Runners, and I May Never Do This Again.

I had a blast. Afterwards, we drove by the building where I would be having my second interview on Monday morning, I smiled into the late afternoon sun and felt peace. Life is a little hard to swallow just now, with 06/12, 8:30-AM, inching forward...but I've had a run of good luck, a run that even I am not too self absorbed to appreciate. Besides my completely lovely weekend on the water and in the stadium, I was offered a job yesterday after work, Google analytics finally accepted me into their program, and I'm having a totally good hair day.

Oh, almost forgot: we had Chinese food for dinner last night.

Life is good.