Things Happen for a Reason

I was listening to the radio last summer while I worked, same as I always do when they started a contest to give away free tickets to summer concerts. I heard them mention my favorite band and even though I have horrid luck and I never bother with contests something told me to enter that contest and miraculously, I won. I had a little money set aside for a rainy day and I justified spending it because I hadn't done anything nice for myself in a long time, so I found limo party bus service for Toronto and invited a bunch of my friends to come along with me, since I had gotten six tickets.

The party bus was the best choice for us, since large vehicles like that got special parking at the venue and since we had a driver, we didn't have to draw straws to figure out who would be the designated driver. It isn't like we are a group of lushes or something, but we like to relax and have a good time.

So due to some lack of communication within our group I booked our ride too early and we arrived at the concert super early but we wandered around the parking lot and found some people tailgating who invited us to have a beer and chat. One of those people was a beautiful woman in a band shirt. We sat talking about music for the whole rest of the night, until it was time to go in and see the band. I had the night of my life and I got that girl's phone number before we parted ways. We've been dating now for over a year and this weekend I plan on renting a limo and going to see that band again. When we get there I'm going to propose. I never believed in fate before I met her but now I don't know how I couldn't.