Last night my son had a semi formal and asked if I could take him to another kid's house for some group photos. My response, of course, was "only if I can stay and take pictures, too". Which, apparently, not all the parents did. At least 50 kids showed up, and only about 20 parents were around at the end to drive them back to the school for the dance. Which is how I ended up with a car full of boys. Again. This is one of the real reasons I quit drinking. I WANT to be the parent driving my son around. I want to be able to be there for him when he needs me, when ever he may need me. But that's another story.
So, after the pictures were over, the lady that hosted told us there was a major accident on the major highway back to the school. I don't have a GPS, but I had directions to get there from the highway through the labyrinth of side roads, and figured I would be okay to get back to the highway by reversing those directions. The lady said, "just follow Route 3 past the highway, then get on Routes 5/15 to go over the river". Okay, I knew I could get to Route 3, and I knew how where to go once I was on 5/15. No problems. Except I am apparently turning into my mother more and more every day. You know, the lady who couldn't remember which was her left hand after she got divorced and took off her wedding rings.
On our long journey down Route 3, which I'd never been on before, we spotted this really cool building with stuff all over it and a big sign outside that promised strange and unusual things inside. The boys were having a field day trying to figure out what they hell this place could be, and what could be inside, but alas they were closed and we were in a hurry. When Route 3 finally ended, I realized I had been going in the wrong direction for 20 miles. 20 MILES. So when we turned around I decided to give the boys something to be 45 minutes late for. I pulled into the parking lot of the strange and unusual emporium and ordered them out of the car to take pictures in front of the building. It turns out the name of the place is Wild Bill's and I can't wait to go back when they open. Check these pictures out.
4 comments:
Cool pictures!
I tend to be the 'driver' a lot of times and my daughter really appreciates it. (Especially when I don't get mad when she and a friend are late coming out of a restaurant--like the friend's father did a few weeks ago). "You're mello, Mom and that is cool."
None of the boys knew you were going the wrong way for 20 miles??
I hope they all had fun at the dance!!
Shana, none of them knew either. It was kind of a back road and there were no signs telling us towns or anything. I've become directionally challenged!
Well, sometimes it is the journey and not just the destination!!
It looks a little creepy!!!
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