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selenite0My cousin Mary Anne and her husband are in San Diego for a week visiting his sister. I haven't seen her for years. So we decided to get together for dinner last night since they were coming up to LA to visit Universal Studios, an hour north of our place. That way they could stop off on their way home. I gave them directions and they said they'd be here at 7pm.
At 8pm I got a call. From San Juan Capistrano. For non-CA readers, that's an hour *South* of where we are. Turns when she said "We're coming back on the 405 freeway" she meant "We're taking the 101 to the 55 and then getting on the 405". So my directions, which assumed they were coming from the north, just made things worse. I'd said "pass the airport and then go six more exits", and they saw John Wayne Airport, which is in the wrong county, and kept going. Argh. So they couldn't have made it back to us before 9pm, and her sister-in-law had to be at work in SD at 6am. And I'm not going to be able to see them before they fly back. Sigh.
What really bothers me about it--when my mom and I were at our poorest Mary Anne's parents would have us over for dinner, probably the best meal I'd get all week. Not that I understood what was going on at the time. But I don't know if I'll have another chance to repay that hospitality.
At 8pm I got a call. From San Juan Capistrano. For non-CA readers, that's an hour *South* of where we are. Turns when she said "We're coming back on the 405 freeway" she meant "We're taking the 101 to the 55 and then getting on the 405". So my directions, which assumed they were coming from the north, just made things worse. I'd said "pass the airport and then go six more exits", and they saw John Wayne Airport, which is in the wrong county, and kept going. Argh. So they couldn't have made it back to us before 9pm, and her sister-in-law had to be at work in SD at 6am. And I'm not going to be able to see them before they fly back. Sigh.
What really bothers me about it--when my mom and I were at our poorest Mary Anne's parents would have us over for dinner, probably the best meal I'd get all week. Not that I understood what was going on at the time. But I don't know if I'll have another chance to repay that hospitality.
