restlessLate last night I was driving home from gaming in Athens.
sujata had written out reverse directions for me. This would have been great, except for a few factors: it was pitch-black, raining (at times heavily), foggy, and oh yeah, the biggest one: I have been described as "unable to find her way out of a wet paper bag." I have no sense of direction whatsoever. I get lost so easily that the first time I made it to a Club Atlanta event less than an hour late and without having to call for directions, it made the club newsletter.So I almost immediately made a wrong turn.
I quickly realized I was not headed back to Atlanta and began to panic.
alanator had just called, and his glee at the situation didn't help matters. I believe his exact words were "You're gonna get butt-fucked by rednecks!!" This is why you don't let young children watch Deliverance, folks. You end up with either Quentin Tarantino or alanator.Seriously, I was freaked. I get lost in Atlanta all the fucking time, but that's Atlanta. I know eventually I'll find a sign for 75 or 85 and figure out where the hell I am. But this time there I was, on backroads I didn't know, going to towns I didn't know, in the dark and fog and pouring rain and lightning. In short, I was about to barf.
My salvation came from an unexpected source:
sujata's mom. I called Molly's house and she wasn't home yet, but her mother took pity on this strang hysterical girl and guided me to 316. My gratitude knows no bounds.And I even got home in time for my Sunday night ritual of watching Adult Swim, which greatly improved my mood.
