Not All Who Wander Are Lost...Unless You're Legit Lost

Brad calls me on it all the time.  I pretend to understand people when I only vaguely understand them.  Okay, I get it: turn left, walk past this building, go right, stay straight, turn left again, turn left again, go around the bend, go over that bridge, and then you'll be there after turning right.  I'm saying "sure" and "mhmm" the whole time, often I'm nodding, but I lost them at the first turn right.

I got lost many times today.
1) OnStar can't find specific buildings on a campus (i.e. Parking Services office), so I call the William and Mary operator.  I'm driving.  It's not like I'm able to write down directions. I have to remember this shit, but sometimes I feel people are so tired of giving the same directions that I want to end the call for them. 

2) Once I found the Parking Services office, I have to find parking.  I circled the campus 4-5 times looking for a Visitor Lot, all I saw were Faculty and Staff lots.  After much internal debate, I ended up back at the Parking Services office again.  The guy at the front desk seemed frustrated when I asked him to help me locate a visitor lot.  He pointed to the part of the pass that said I can park in Faculty and Staff lots.  Oops.  Maybe I shouldn't assume that the Parking Services people here at W&M are as nutty as JMU Parking Services people.  I think that I have parking authority issues, or possibly authority issues, in general.

3) As I spoke to Siri for the seventeenth time while at William and Mary, an Australian woman who looked like she was a coach of some sort asked if I was lost.  I said, "Yes" and listened to the inner Brad in my head as I repeated back the directions to her until I actually understood them.  Getting around after engaging in this active listening method actually made more sense.  But I'd rather not tell Brad he's right.  His always updated and always accurate inner GPS makes him a little cocky, and who needs to add to that ego? Not me.

4) My last lost adventure or so I thought..........After spending a good portion of the afternoon at a coffee shop on campus soaking up the sun, I was "it."   I had listened to the live rock band and watched the break dancers long enough.  It was my turn to seek, and my car was hiding.  An hour and fifteen minutes and 4-5 miles later I found it.  I got some pretty cool pictures along the way, though.  While wandering, you can see some pretty kick-ass things like sunlit cobwebs and split trees.

Then...........to top it all off, I researched restaurants in Williamsburg, NY not Williamsburg, VA.  Needless to say Bozu, the cool Japanese place with garden seating and strawberry-infused vodka cocktails, was too far to drive for dinner.  We (Felicia and me) settled for a place called Trellis, which wasn't settling at all:

• A beautiful pink bottle of pinot grigio rose and lots of water
• Virginia oysters on the half shell
• Pretzel bread with homemade spicy mustard and cornbread with almond butter
• Cheddar grits and jumbo shrimp in a white wine sauce with chunks of bacon and some sort of wilted leafy green that was perfectly sauteed before accenting this delicious and complex dish
• Two-layer chocolate cake with chocolate fudge icing topped with a white chocolate truffle and served a la mode with white chocolate ice cream

On the way to dinner and on the way home, Felicia made sure we didn't get lost.
Wayfinding 5, Aimee 0, Felicia 2

I need to up my game.