Lost in... Mountain View

Aye, this is generally how people react when I tell them that it takes me driving somewhere 10+ times (or more) before I can do it without printed directions, even when the place is only 15 minutes away. Anybody who knows me can vouch that I have the worst sense of direction. In fact, when we're lost, my friends have told me they can reliably ask me which way to turn at an intersection, and know that the opposite direction I point to is usually the right one. (And no, I've tried second-guessing myself, but I still always pick the wrong way, which means that if I hadn't tried to second-guess myself, I'd have chosen the right way. So then I figure I'll be smart and start second-guessing my second-guessing, and... I still pick the wrong way. It's almost mystical how I always choose the wrong way. I seriously have better odds flipping a coin to choose right or left, than to try to guess based on my sense of direction.) Well, I'm happy to say that the laughter can finally stop!

See, for Christmas, my awesome girlfriend gave me a GPS car navigation device. The sad thing is that even with the GPS, I still got lost. A couple of days ago, I got lost going home from Byron and Maria's place... a place that I've probably been to at least 20 times... so I figured I could do it without the GPS so I didn't turn it on... and I somehow managed to turn in all the wrong directions on local, and then not only ended up on the wrong freeway, but the wrong freeway in the wrong direction... mmm, ok, nvm, you can start laughing at me again.