Tuesday is the new Sunday

D'uh! I meant to post about this on Sunday before work...
Let me start here. I went to my brother's place for his birthday. I left Saturday afternoon after I had washed and waxed my car. When I got home, I didn;t want to go anywhere or do anything. I wasn't depressed (I know what that's like, and this wasn't it) or anything, I was just more than inclined to sit at home and not go anywhere.
Well, I pulled a George Costanza, where I did exactly the opposite of what my intuition suggested I do. I ended up going to a kick ass hockey game that the Trenton Titans won in overtime. Then, Mike (sick day's former roommate) and I hightailed it over to Finnegan's to watch Mouth of Wilson. Great set, but the place wasn't as crowded as some other shows, probably because of the relatively short notice.
Cool night...but that really wasn't the point of this post.
I saw an old friend at the game. We were walking around aimlessly, and I wasn't really paying attention to the people around me until all of a sudden someone yelled out "Mike!" Right in front of me was Lisa with her brand-spanking new baby Emma. I'd never seen Emma, and I haven't seen Lisa since she left for DC. Had a brief "how ya doing" conversation before we went on our way.
Strange little confluence of events that causes people to bump into one another, no?
It was nice to see her.