This past weekend, my friend Matt held the first bbq of the season at his place. He was pretty "amped" about it and was adament about the festivities commencing at 6pm sharp. I had made arrangments with Alexa to pick her up at 5:45 so we could be there at approximately 6:15pm... a fashionably late arrival. However, as I left for her house at only 5:50, things were already behind schedule.
Alexa and I decided we needed to bring a fruit tray and we also needed some co-op boy action (a.k.a... I needed gas) so we made our stops, turned out Dallis was working at Sobeys so we hung out with him for a bit and then slowly made our way back to the car and set out for Landmark. Not really knowing where I was going, I thought the right way was down Lag, so as I drove all the way down Henderson not realizing what I was doing, I was like, well shit, I'm going the wrong way. I got onto Lag from Talbot, no biggie, and finally when I hit Bishop Grandin I'm like... well where the hek do I go from here? Too ashamed to phone Matt first, considering it's almost 6:30, but with unsuccessful calls elsewhere, Matt was the last resource. With disappointment in his voice, he says "You guys haven't even left yet" and I'm like "NO NONO!! We're almost there Matt! I'm on Lag!" And then he starts giving directions, however, I'm already way too far down the 59 to take them. So then he starts putting other random people on the phone to give me directions who also have no idea how to get to Landmark any other way but from Fermor. Damn. So... I'm like, whatever babee... let's just hit it. So we keep driving down Lag and then see a sign that says "<- Landmark" and we're like hek yes we found it. So I turn left and get into this town and call Matt and am like "Matty I dont' know which house is yours" So he's like "You're here!?!?" evidently his excitement is rising at this point, "I'll just go outside and wave to you" So he's in his front yard and then is like "Dude I don't see you at all" and I'm like "Yeah... " He's like... "You're in @#$%ing Ile de Chene" and I look up, see the colossal grain mill in front of me reading "Ile de Chene" and close my phone. Game over. The sign said turn left.
After getting new directions from Brit and not following them, thus leading me all the way to Steinbach, Manitoba, then receiving more directions from Kyle and following them, Alexa and I arrive in Landmark on Matt's front door step at 8pm; a meer 2 hours late. No big deal... right? We brought a fruit tray!
Thankfully Matt wasn't too distraught over our arrival which was a little too fashion. I think he may have been distracted by Skylor's wet suite and goggle ensemble choice for the evening. Either way, as frustrating as the drive up was... I learned a couple of life lessons along the way.
1. Alexa doesn't give a "flying fuck" about life while on the highway.
2. Not only am I bad at highway driving, I'm bad at life.
3. When people give you directions, follow them.
4. Why I'm hot... THIS is why I'm hot... 5x over.
5. Landmark is NOT worth the trip... only Steinbach is (it is right?).
In conclusion, number 5 on my list of lessons learned sums it all up... Landmark is not worth the trip ladies and gentlemen... However the evening did prove to be successful; quality time with my BFF, gained 20 pounds in hummus, got to witness a real Dallas Green sing-a-long, etc. etc. The real fun of Saturday night though, I must admit, took place in the company of family and friends... and some other randoms... with fruit dip.
That's a wrap.
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