Detour

That damn detour in DC effed me up last night. I was starving and just trying to get to a restaurant that passed the following pre-set qualifications set by me and SCD:

- not new
- not weird
- probably not Italian or Mexican;)
- not expensive

But then, on the way, we were detoured and a few one way streets later, I was a little turned around. I didn't want to admit that since I like to think I'm a navigational whizz. Actually, that's not true because if someone is with me in the car then I lose all sense of direction and knowledge of roads and then have to ask them how to get to the simplest of places. But when I'm alone (or with Ali), I think I'm pretty good at getting around. Anyway, the point is, I started off knowing right where to go, but after the detour and one way streets I wouldn't have bet Connecticut on it. Then, a few state streets later and I had to admit defeat. It wasn't so much of an "I'm lost" type of defeat because I knew where we were, I just didn't know the best way to get to where we were going and by this time it was getting kind of late and I think we were both starving.

We did get there, though, of course. Although I said, "I'm trying something. I think it will work, but if not, it's going to be the road that takes us home." Since I, by then, just wanted food in my belly, we parked in a garage. What I did not see was the sign that said, "Most Effed Up Parking Garage You Can Go To." The little ticket-giving machine was not giving out tickets and I didn't know what to do. So I drove around to tell the lady* about the situation. Well, by this time there was a back up of people who could not get tickets and finally the manager had come out to remedy the situation. Well, the "lady" at the window, even though there was a line of people who could not get tickets 5 feet away from us, could not understand what I was saying. Luckily, the manager WAS right there and he believed me and said to park and he would give me a ticket.

But, but...I'm in the Out Lane with nowhere to go! That, my friends, is when I had to back that thing up and get out of the curvy exit lane in reverse. By this time I was super pissed, but even more than that I was super hungry so I was just glad to be parking my car and exiting.

Then we went to the first restaurant we were familiar with and proceeded to knock back a few while waiting for our table. It was a good meal:)


*Lady is too nice of a word, but apparently some of you think the word cunt is degrading.