One night in the Marriott lounge outside of Buffalo, a pleasant-looking Indian man sitting next to me asked, “Are you writing about all the characters you see in here?”The “one night” referred to here was May 11, 2000. The “rugby guy” was none other than Bastard Husband. Yep, 10 years ago today, BH came into my life.
“I wish.” I smiled, folding my papers. “This is work crap.”
“You’ll like my friend here,” he said, pointing to the casually-dressed fellow next to him who looked like he’d done some time on a rugby field. “The two of you should talk.”
The rugby guy seemed like the playful type. “Light beer?” I teased with mock distain as I held up my Guinness. “You don’t know how to drink!” I’d be eating those words in time.
I was working on the road as a contract trainer for Fleet Bank. Oh, how I loved that job! I know—you never hear me say anything about liking work, but that gig was awesome. I worked 15 days per month training newly hired bank customer service personnel and was paid a fantastic per diem rate. I loved training people and I loved traveling throughout the Northeast, and I LOVED the fact that the remaining week in the month was completely my own. That’s the kind of gig I’m willing myself for this summer!
Anyway, I remember sitting in my hotel room trying to decide whether to go downstairs and do some social bungee jumping in the lounge. I kind of wanted to just chill in my room, but for some reason, I put on some fresh lipstick and ventured out. Imagine if I had decided to catch some Must-See TV instead? My life would look nothing like it does today. I probably never would have made it out West, or traveled to places I’ve been to, or written a book, or done stand-up, or had my own show, or be posting on this blog.
How about you? Have you ever made a seemingly inconsequential decision that, in retrospect, changed your life forever? Tell us about it!