I hate hate hate driving. I have the attention span of a 5 year old and I get bored in the car easily. Plus I hate driving in Australia because I have no idea where I was going. I'm constantly afraid of getting lost and not being able to find my way back home without going 7 hours out of my way. So Sim bought me a GPS system for the car. I only use it when I am going to some place new for the first time. So the night before Sim plugged in the address of the beach house for me. He gave me quick directions like get on the Eastern take it ALL the way go through about 5 roundabouts. Shazam you are there!
Let me tell you it was not SHAZAM you are there. I turned it on and started following the directions about 30 minutes into the trip I was beginning to panic a little bit. It's sending me to the Monsah Freeway NOT the EASTERN! I should also mention we paid for me to travel on the Eastern. So I pulled over and did a quick check through the rest of the directions and not once did it mention the Eastern. I quickly called Simon.
Simon: What's wrong?
Me: I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF CAMBERWELL AND NO WHERE NEAR THE EASTERN!!!
Simon: What?!
Me: Did you check the path before hand?
Simon: No I just assumed it would send you via the Eastern.
Me: WELL NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Simon: Well get on the Monash and it will take to you the Eastern than just stay on the Eastern and the gps will correct itself.
Well that seemed like a simple plan. I followed it for a while. Then something seemed a little fishy. GPS says I am 2 minutes away from my destination and I KNOW I am not in the right town. Pulled over and called Simon. The wrong house number and TOWN are in the GPS. Well, F@#*^(#*$&(*^#($*^#($*^(#*^$(#*^$(*^*@&%&^$!^%$@#^%K! It's a good thing I didn't knock on someone else's door. When I typed in the right address it said the street doesn't exist. Hmmm. I typed in a street I thought might be near by and it was in hindsight.
So by this time my friends are starting to worry about where I am. I fill them in and reassure I will be there shortly. I start driving and suddenly start to worry that I am not in the right location. My friend calls and I pull over to talk to her. I describe where I am and they are convinced I am lost. Hell, I thought I was too. I drive to a nearby carnival to meet them and follow them back. Turns out I was about 100 yards away from their house when I pulled over the last time. I find it wildly funny that I was describing what was around me and they didn't recognize it.
Oh well, I made it in the end and we had fun at the beach. Sadly I am enjoying a sunburn on the back of my shoulders where I couldn't reach with sunscreen. I am hoping the spray tan tomorrow might even me out a little bit. I am little nervous to get my first official (not done by me) spray tan. I hear they are wildly addictive.
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