Frozen Yogurt: Mission Accomplished

Last night I went out with one of my closest friends for frozen yogurt.  Obviously, this meant that I had to have a snack immediately after arriving home.  I won't tell you what it was (more yogurt) but let's just say no osteoporosis for this girl!  (Quit judging me.  I hate you.)

Unfortunately for my friend, her car decided not to start, so I drove us.  After our evening of deliciously flavored live cultures (the only living thing I will ever eat...I hope), I drove her to her parents' house so she could borrow a car.  As luck would have it, her parents just moved this past summer to a part of town that I don't know very well (nevermind the fact that it is literally a hop, skip and a jump from where I work).

For those of you who know me, you will know that I have zero sense of direction.  Allow me to submit the following:  Several years ago, I spent St. Patrick's Day in Dublin.  While there, some friends and I toured the Guinness Brewery.  At the top of the brewery is a bar with a view of the whole city.  Before I had had a single sip of anything, I wandered around and observed the foggy horizon of one of the most delightful places I have ever been and noticed an interesting looking tower with a green dome on top.  As I continued around the bar, I noticed another, identical tower.  Strange.  I had to point this out to a friend because it was so unusual!  Fortunately for me, he understood that the bar was circular in shape and explained to me that I had just walked in a circle and had seen the same tower twice.

That said, imagine me in a part of town with which I am not familiar.  Add to this the fact that this area is on the outskirts of town and borders the middle of nowhere.  My friend (who perhaps knows me too well) asked me as she got out of the car if I'd be able to find my way out.  I am certainly used to meandering until I find my way, so I just replied, "eh, I'll drive around for awhile and eventually figure it out."  Oh boy.  Did I ever...

After weaving around the neighborhood, I found myself on a dirt road, headed further and further into the country.  Call me crazy (Habibi certainly does) but I feel much safer driving through the inner city gauntlet lined by prostitutes and muggers than I do on a country road at night.  Give me a crack ho any day over some deranged hook man in the boonies!  Also, there are bugs.  YIKES!  So, I locked my doors and turned to the Spanish language radio station.  Who can be crabby when mariachi music is playing?  (Literally, that is the only Latin music this particular radio station plays.  A travesty if you ask me!)  Also, I needed to establish street cred, in case anyone was lurking.  Good thing I did, too because I'm pretty sure I passed a street called "Carnage."  Anyway, my questionably Spanish ancestors would be proud.

Fortunately, I made it home alive and in one piece, sans bugs.  So you see, I had worked up quite an appetite and naturally needed to refuel when I got home from getting frozen yogurt.  Better safe than sorry!