Okay, I have to defend myself against the slanderous comments made over on Scott and Tammy’s blog. And to think, I opened my home to these people. And I know their recollections are only going to get worse.
Although, it’s not all slanderous. They did call me a gracious host, and a great friend. Oh, and an uptown writer. Whatever that means.
But they are blowing the whole getting lost thing COMPLETELY out of proportion. First of all, Colorado Springs is a lot larger than Hannibal, Missouri. A trip across town in Hannibal takes five minutes. Sometimes, it takes me five minutes to turn left out of my apartment complex. So the trip to dinner was long. And we did go the long way down a street with lots of stoplights. And Tammy may have thought that a hotel was the Olympics complex. But we got there, safely. And ate yummy pizza.
So, I thought I could get us home quicker by taking the interstate. So I said, drive towards the mountain, and then take a right. That’s all the directions you need in Colorado. We’re outdoorsy people. Living off the land. We don’t need your stinkin’ GPS systems. If you run into the mountain, you’ve gone too far west. It’s that easy.
And it’s NOT my fault that there was some kind of insane back-up on the interstate. And I was never lost. I knew where I was. I knew where I wanted to go. The in between part was a little fuzzy.
And the part of town we were in wasn’t THAT bad. There weren’t any hookers or anything. And just because someone looks like they’re from Deliverance doesn’t mean they are. SOME people just judge too quickly.
We made it home. What more do you people want from me?