The Navigator and Me
It never fails.
Anytime Alisha and I decide to go somewhere we always get lost.
Sunday was no exception.
I knew how to get to where we was going, but those wacky Yahoo! directions threw me off.
The goal was simple.
To get to Pullman Square.
8th and 9th Street fucked us over, though.
I think the funniest part was coming back to Louisa though.
I missed an exit and she said to just go through this backroad in Ashland.
Quickly upon entering the boonies we both realized how badly we needed to pee and after about 30-45 minutes of holding it in we finally found a gas station.
It's rare for us to actually go out and do something and stuff like this is discouraging.
None the less we had some great conversations.
Upon getting back to Alisha's house we ended up watching Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter is Dead.
Anytime Alisha and I decide to go somewhere we always get lost.
Sunday was no exception.
I knew how to get to where we was going, but those wacky Yahoo! directions threw me off.
The goal was simple.
To get to Pullman Square.
8th and 9th Street fucked us over, though.
I think the funniest part was coming back to Louisa though.
I missed an exit and she said to just go through this backroad in Ashland.
Quickly upon entering the boonies we both realized how badly we needed to pee and after about 30-45 minutes of holding it in we finally found a gas station.
It's rare for us to actually go out and do something and stuff like this is discouraging.
None the less we had some great conversations.
Upon getting back to Alisha's house we ended up watching Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter is Dead.