1) Gotta love friends
I got home earlier than expected from dinner last Saturday night. It was only 9pm, I was already dressed up, and I felt like going out. So what’s a girl to do? Well, she sends a text message to Crazy Tripp, of course. And then she sends a text to her friend Matt (oh, excuse me, it’s Matthew — because apparently the name “Matt” sounds too much like “floor mat” or something).
Basically my text was something like, “Zan is bored! Must keep her company! Help!” Within minutes, I had responses from not one, but both of these fine gentlemen. They would drive to Alexandria so we could hang out at my favorite bar.
Please keep in mind the following factors: 1) both of them live in Maryland; 2) they each had to drive 30-45 minutes to get to Alexandria; 3) this was ultra last minute; 4) it had snowed earlier in the day, so even though it didn’t stick, the roads were wet.
Those are some damn good friends.
2) Getting lost is a common occurrence
Something I didn’t mention in my roller derby post — I went with my friend Mary and we almost didn’t make it. We drove my car to the DC Armory instead of taking the metro (driving can be faster than metro-ing on a weekend, especially when there’s street parking available), and I’d copied directions from Mapquest, but once we got near our location the directions were no longer correct. (This only seems to happen to me when I’m driving in DC — Mapquest directions being completely wrong — but it’s occurred multiple times now.)
I was ready to turn around, drive back to Alexandria, and get on the metro. Instead, Mary instructed me to turn into the parking lot of a nearby McDonald’s and she would go inside and ask for directions. I initially refused (the area was a little sketchy), but she insisted. So she went in, after instructing me to lock the car doors until she returned. Luckily a kind McDonald’s employee was able to tell her where we needed to go…but still, this getting-lost-in-DC thing has happened so many times, I really think I need to get a GPS.
3) Small World
At a bar last night with Crazy Tripp and Roommate-Jen, we ended up talking to a guy who used to live in the Antelope Valley. As in, the high desert of northern Los Angeles county. As in, where I lived for a year after I graduated from college. Very random.
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yeah, you might want to make a holiday gift request. because a McDonald’s is not a long-term solution to not having a GPS
Aw friends are the best for going out of their way like that!
I got GPS on my cell now. Best investment ever! If you get it on your phone, you don’t have to carry an extra GPS around, and, it’s a monthly fee, but it keeps you from having to buy a GPS.
I ditch my gps in the city… it always gets me lost too! I just use the map and try to navigate myself.
ugh. why would he mention that he lives in the AV.. .couldn’t he make something up? ANYTHING would be cooler than this place! just joking of course… kind of.
Jennifer: We were talking about where we’ve lived in the past. He mentioned California, and so did I. He asked me where specifically I’d lived, and I told him. That’s when he told me that he’d lived there, too.
When B and I were lost in Costa Rica north of San Jose, where did we go for directions?
Yup. McDonald’s.
I love weird random encounters! It’s always so freaky yet funny at the same time.
Oooohhhh…..AAaaaahhhhh…… Wow, the Antelope Valley !!!!!
I guess we can say he definetly moved on up to the EAST side….
Alexandria, VA. is a total different world. I would know since I use to live there in the AV for 18 years…….. LOVE YOU ;0)