I am sitting in traffic on my way to queens in the back seat of the giant's jeep while he drives and bickers with our friend rainman who's navigating, and the portugee is lying on my numb arm listening to his ipod and periodically shouting out non sequiturs at the top of his lungs, and I am sooo soooo glad that I chose now to catch up on the bored. I'm cracking up back here. The portugee keeps yelling at me because I keep jiggling and the other two just stopped arguing to ask what I'm laughing at (the five thread).
Seriously, what is with you men and directions? At the beginning of this trip, they asked me for the address, I said "i already have it in my gps" "oh, no, we'll use the portugee's." Well, he entered it wrong and we ended up in brooklyn. I offered mine again- preset with the address.... Nope! Now the giant insists on using his.
Pigheaded men, seriously. If they used mine initially, we would have ben there forever ago.
And you call these friends "men"?
Real men drive around aimlessly without any direction and yell at their passengers. Right, Arwen?
(I was a total dickhead in Honolulu when Arwen came to visit. We flew over there and stayed in a Sheraton hotel. Little did I know that there was more than one Sheraton. Naturally, I went to the wrong one and then got pissy with Arwen because of my own stupidity) ((But, seriously, who WANTS to go to Honolulu in the first place? So, REALLY, I had every right to be pissy with her))(((OK, no I didn't)))
But, we did have teeny weeny pineapple desserts at the Dole plantation the next day and that made it all better.
Did I ever tell you guys about the time I got lost on Interstate 75?
I think it was I75 anyway, but, how would I know, I was lost!
At any rate, Hurricane Andrew just blew through Florida and my buddy from highschool was stationed there. He said he had to move to Shaw AFB in South Carolina and wanted to know if I could help.
I was living in Texas at the time and had just gotten out of the army so, I was free.
First, I drove home to see the family in Ohio and then took I70 to I75 and headed down to Florida.
My buddy and I loaded up his stuff and drove it to Shaw AFB, rented a house, and got him moved in.
Then I was going to go home.
I went from SC, NC, VA and was expecting to enter WVA but instead saw a sign welcoming me to Nashville.
I have no clue how that happened.
So, I ended up connecting to I71 and drove back up home (Glenford, OH) via Cincinnatti.
And even though I didn't know her, I blamed Arwen.