My blood pressure had returned to the pre-stroke range after my friend Kathy reassured me I hadn’t dropped off my son at death’s door, aka the Masquerade (see yesterday’s post : http://www.fallingdowntherabbithole.com/2010/05/wrong-drop-son-hell/ ) My younger son and I were planning on going to the movies to see the 5:15 showing of Ironman 2 . We were both looking forward to seeing the movie and enjoying some candy-chocolate for Eric and eye candy (Robert Downey Jr.-yummy) for me! What was I saying? Oh yes. The traffic downtown is a bit chaotic with a lot of construction and activities making the drive back to the highway feel a bit like playing Super Mario Cart.
Downtown Atlanta is a maze of one way streets and striped construction barrels, but I dutifully followed the rare street signs back to 75/85 for the thirty mile drive north. We were on our way! Except the entrance I found took me north of the 75/85 split and I have always been directionally challenged. I still have to look at which thumb and pointer finger forms the L the correct way to remember which is my left hand (you tried it, didn’t you?). My son Eric immediately sensed my lack of confidence in where I was going and called me on it, but I reassured him that of course I knew where I was going. I didn’t.
We ended up driving north on 75 for about an hour. I was thinking that we would eventually hit a crossroad that would take us back to our town, and it would have if we had been driving on 85 not 75. When we passed Lake Allatoona and Cartersville, I knew we were lost. I had my son call my sister in law Melissa. She grew up in Cartersville and she wouldn’t make fun of me like my brother would if I had called him. She gave great directions and we exited at I-20 to head back East to familiar land. She did mention to Eric that if we had continued our drive for a little longer, we would have ended up in either Tennessee or Alabama. Oh. Our 36 mile trip ended up being 124 miles instead, but we made the movie (the 7:30 not the 5:15). Maybe I will get a GPS (or three) as a belated Mother’s Day gift to myself this year.
What is the furthest you have ever gotten lost? (come on, be honest and make me feel better!)
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