Now here’s a funny story.
For several months a couple of my best friends, one from Iowa and the other from Missouri, planned a few days of vacation to visit me. We planned the event several months ago. We’d visit Santa Fe, Old Town Albuquerque, the Indian Pueblo Cultural Center, ride the Sandia Peak Tram up the mountain, the Harvey Museum in Belen, as well as Socorro and Magdalena. We had everything planned out, except one major thing went wrong.
I received a text message and picture from my friends late Wednesday evening as they were dining out in Omaha, Nebraska. It read: “Having fun tonight and we’ll see you tomorrow in Albuquerque.”
I texted them back: “What? You’re coming this week?”
“Of course! That’s the week we planned,” they replied back.
I took a big gulp of my cup of coffee and started to panic. I had everything planned for us to do the following week. I quickly checked my emails from and realized it was “I” who had scheduled the wrong dates.
They said they were both free the third weekend in September and I replied, “That sounds great.” The only mistake was, I marked the dates as the fourth week on my office and home calendars.
In a panic I texted back I told them not to worry, I’ll work everything out so I could spend the long weekend with them. So I rushed to my phone and started rescheduling all of our reservations. Many businesses were more than accommodating to help me out.
My co-workers pitched in too. Denise Ortega took care of my beloved mug-a-nut, Cassidy, while John Larson pitched in to cover the Chile Taste Off on Saturday. I am beyond grateful for their kindness.
By the time my friends arrived in Albuquerque Thursday evening, I told them I had been able to reschedule almost all of our reservations.
Of course, they both got a good chuckle at my scheduling error. But … they both knew I was pretty good at punting. I’ve had to do it many times in the newspaper business. When a breaking news story happens one has to drop everything to cover that story, and then place the other story on the back burner. It becomes a bit hectic at times – but all works out in the end.
We had a wonderful time together and admitted we should do this more often … but I’d have to get the dates right the next time. While it’s always good when a bit of home comes to visit, my scheduling mishap turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
Now I’ll be able to attend my first San Miguel Fiesta. So I guess you could say God had a bit of hand in my scheduling misfortune