This evening I fully intended to go to the meeting of the Bay Area chapter of the American Association of Zoo Keepers (AAZK). I left right after eating dinner with my parents, music pastor, and his wife (first time we've had company in a looooong time). The place the meeting was this month was the Lindsay Wildlife Museum in Walnut Creek. As is my habit, I got directions on Google maps, wrote them down on a piece of paper, and then took that with me.

Well, I got royally lost. I would say that I've never been that lost in my life, except I was about equivalently lost on my way to a friend's wedding last spring. This time, though, my directions vanished about the same time I got lost. I pulled over several times to look around for them, and couldn't find them anywhere in my truck. Eventually I stopped at a gas station for directions - they didn't know where Lindsay is, so they gave me a phone book. I only managed to confirm that the street I thought it was on was not the street it was listed on. Then I looked through  my maps - I didn't have one that covered Walnut Creek (if I were trying to drive to Utah, I'd be ok though). After 40 minutes of driving around, at least a dozen U-turns, and most the rest of the gas that was in my tank, I gave up and headed home. I wish I had had the presence of mind to copy down the names and phone numbers on the meeting flyer for directions, but I never looked at it with a pen to write that down. So, I guess I'll go to my first AAZK meeting next month. I'm kind of upset that I missed this one.

If anything, this proves that horoscopes are a load of manure. I happened to glance at mine this morning (something that is surprisingly rare considering I always read the comics and they're on the same page). It said something along the lines of "travelling will be a pleasant experience for you today." Ha! The only time I left the house was to go to the AAZK meeting and that was far from pleasant.

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