I Need A GPS Chip...In My Head!
I was in San Francisco last week for Dreamforce. If you don't know what that is, it's a software conference with a bazillion people with meetings all over the city. Well, all over Union Square.
I went with Sugar Daddy and as long as I was with him, it was OK as he was familiar with the area. As soon as we separated, I was a mess. I was lost on three different days and more than once on two days.
Ridiculous!
I could get to and from the Moscone buildings OK, well mostly OK. I could get to the Marriott. But, I couldn't get back to Moscone from the Marriott. I also ended up at the Westin on St. Francis instead of the Market one. Then, I still almost missed the Market one because their damn sign is so small.
Oh, and as soon as it was dark out, I was completely toast. The streets were wacky, my phone couldn't find my location very well because phone service in San Francisco flat out sucks and I can't follow a map.
The last night, my cabdriver got an apparently urgent call, pulled to the side of the road and said, "Can I let you out here?" I suspect it was just around the corner from the hotel but I'm not sure because I wandered for 20 minutes in every direction before I got there. To be fair, Rum and Diet may have been an influence.
I would seriously need a driver if I lived there. Not only to find my destination but to also do the actual driving. I'm not sure how many times I said, "Baby Jesus!" in my various cab rides but I know I would be reduced to a sobbing mess if I tried to maneuver a car through that traffic.
Yay for Phoenix and it's beautiful streets that go North, South, East and West. Long live the grid!
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| On the bright side, I did walk more than 10,000 steps each day |
I went with Sugar Daddy and as long as I was with him, it was OK as he was familiar with the area. As soon as we separated, I was a mess. I was lost on three different days and more than once on two days.
Ridiculous!
I could get to and from the Moscone buildings OK, well mostly OK. I could get to the Marriott. But, I couldn't get back to Moscone from the Marriott. I also ended up at the Westin on St. Francis instead of the Market one. Then, I still almost missed the Market one because their damn sign is so small.
Oh, and as soon as it was dark out, I was completely toast. The streets were wacky, my phone couldn't find my location very well because phone service in San Francisco flat out sucks and I can't follow a map.
The last night, my cabdriver got an apparently urgent call, pulled to the side of the road and said, "Can I let you out here?" I suspect it was just around the corner from the hotel but I'm not sure because I wandered for 20 minutes in every direction before I got there. To be fair, Rum and Diet may have been an influence.
I would seriously need a driver if I lived there. Not only to find my destination but to also do the actual driving. I'm not sure how many times I said, "Baby Jesus!" in my various cab rides but I know I would be reduced to a sobbing mess if I tried to maneuver a car through that traffic.
Yay for Phoenix and it's beautiful streets that go North, South, East and West. Long live the grid!
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