When in Doubt, Turn Around

I am still a little bit on my "I don't know what to write" kick. So, since I can't come up with anything terribly interesting, you are going to hear about how my compassal-sense (really don't think that is a word, much less a hyphenated word) failed me miserably.

As you are all well-aware, I have a pretty bad track record with getting lost. It really doesn't matter if I go to google maps, yahoo maps, AND mapquest to print out both forward and reverse directions, I STILL somehow manage to get lost. (Those who have ridden in the car with me while I am trying to follow aforementioned directions, probably don't find it terribly hard to believe this as they have also probably seen me YELLING at the different directional pages when I don't understand the directions.)

Anyway, as I was driving home the other night, it was PITCH BLACK outside (excuse-to-make-me-feel-better-about-myself #1). It had to have been at least midnight or 1am (actually, it was 8:30pm, but with the time change, it looked much, much later). I headed out of my friend's driveway and began on my way home. About 5 miles into the drive, it dawned on me that I probably should have hit my next turn by this point. However, I just assumed that because I couldn't really see where I was going, it just seemed like I had driven farther than I actually had. In fact, I was sure I had not read my odometer correctly when I checked the mileage (excuse-to-make-me-feel-better-about-myself #2). So, I drove on a little longer.

Finally, after I passed 3 or 4 things that I truly did not recognize, I thought that maybe I had turned the wrong direction when I left my friend's house. So, I turned around and was finally back on track (this was verified by finally coming to the road that I was actually supposed to turn on about 10 miles ago in the opposite direction).

When I came to the dead-end, I knew for certain where I was, and I made a lovely right-hand turn (truly, I easily passed the Bible test, but the Bible test is a story for another post), and drove for a good long while until I came to an incorporated area that I had never seen before. It was at that moment, that I thought to myself, "Hmm...did I take a wrong turn?" (Yes, feel free to openly mock me.)

As you might guess, I turned around and went in the other direction. About 30 minutes later, I had made it back to the "mistake" vicinity and was able to continue on. At this point, I really must admit that I didn't ACTUALLY KNOW where I was, I was just guessing that if the direction I had been going was wrong, then the other direction stood a good chance of being right.

Now, I know you are wondering why I did not stop and ask directions or stop and call someone to help, and I have very good reasons, too. First, I couldn't stop and ask directions I was in the middle of nowhere in rural Houston, Texas (really, stop laughing...that is not nice). Secondly, I am fairly certain that anybody I could have called was asleep by this time of night because it had taken me so long to figure out that I was lost in the first place.

Never fear, I did finally make it home, and it only took me an extra hour to make it there (that is a huge improvement in Jennifer-gets-lost world).