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Constructions Confusion
For those of you who didn't read it any where else - I went to the Renaissance Festival in Houston this weekend. That is not where the suck was.
You see, I made reservations about 6 weeks in advance of my trip, at a hotel that I have not stayed in before, in a part, nay a town that I don't think I've been in before..... there was construction for the Interstate, (that I have to take to get to the highway that takes me to Faire....) starting RIGHT in FRONT of the driveway to my hotel.
Saturday morning we got up, and got on the Interstate and never saw the exit sign for the E/W Highway we needed ..... ended up damn near to Huntsville, and finally I told the BF, exit, and at the nearest C-Store we need to ask WTF we are. so we did, and yeah, we had passed where we needed to be... (by like 20 miles)
so we finally make it to Faire, and we make it to the hotel pretty easily that evening... but since we also got turned around coming back to the hotel Friday night after dinner @ Lupo's (we almost ended up in Galveston) (grr i f@(*ing HATE Houstontraffic roads!!!) I called home, and asked Dad, how do I get home? LOL he gave me the directions, I wrote them down, bf and I ordered Pizza, cause neither of us wanted to try and drive to a restaurant and risk getting lost a 3rd time in 2 days.
Sunday:
get up early thanks to the time change (hey we might make opening ceremonies woot!)
get the car all loaded up, and go check out... stay on the access road because we really were THAT close to our exit... except where did my intersection go? where did my signage go telling me that hwy xxx W is a left turn? GRRR! at next intersection, turn around, and see if we missed it.... we can make the right .... hey didn't we turn further back last night? GAH! oh! see that gas station? Go in there, and ask them where the F@&*! we're supposed to go? Oh, and lame boys pumping gas into your over priced, over sized compensation H3, do not look at my man funny for wearing a Kilt just because you're an idiot who doesn't know any history, I am in no mood for you - yes i did just open my car door (and if i weren't in a corset, and therefore more mobile, I would've gotten out of my car to ask you if there is a problem)... and yes We are going to the Renaissance Festival (and I'm not surprised that there were other people dressed similarly to us at your hotel and you had no clue what was goin' on - if your family trees branched instead of going straight up like a telephone pole you might have had 1/2% chance of having 1/2 of said clue) if we can ever find the roads that the city decided to MOVE! without posting appropriate signage for the people who might not live here! Gah!
Thank you kind C- store clerk for telling my bf that if we turn right out of your parking lot, and go up to the next c-store of the same beach item name and take another left we will be on the hwy we were looking for.
Traffic troubles aside my boyfriend very muchly enjoyed his first foray to faire, and we had quite an enjoyable weekend.
You see, I made reservations about 6 weeks in advance of my trip, at a hotel that I have not stayed in before, in a part, nay a town that I don't think I've been in before..... there was construction for the Interstate, (that I have to take to get to the highway that takes me to Faire....) starting RIGHT in FRONT of the driveway to my hotel.
Saturday morning we got up, and got on the Interstate and never saw the exit sign for the E/W Highway we needed ..... ended up damn near to Huntsville, and finally I told the BF, exit, and at the nearest C-Store we need to ask WTF we are. so we did, and yeah, we had passed where we needed to be... (by like 20 miles)
so we finally make it to Faire, and we make it to the hotel pretty easily that evening... but since we also got turned around coming back to the hotel Friday night after dinner @ Lupo's (we almost ended up in Galveston) (grr i f@(*ing HATE Houston
Sunday:
get up early thanks to the time change (hey we might make opening ceremonies woot!)
get the car all loaded up, and go check out... stay on the access road because we really were THAT close to our exit... except where did my intersection go? where did my signage go telling me that hwy xxx W is a left turn? GRRR! at next intersection, turn around, and see if we missed it.... we can make the right .... hey didn't we turn further back last night? GAH! oh! see that gas station? Go in there, and ask them where the F@&*! we're supposed to go? Oh, and lame boys pumping gas into your over priced, over sized compensation H3, do not look at my man funny for wearing a Kilt just because you're an idiot who doesn't know any history, I am in no mood for you - yes i did just open my car door (and if i weren't in a corset, and therefore more mobile, I would've gotten out of my car to ask you if there is a problem)... and yes We are going to the Renaissance Festival (and I'm not surprised that there were other people dressed similarly to us at your hotel and you had no clue what was goin' on - if your family trees branched instead of going straight up like a telephone pole you might have had 1/2% chance of having 1/2 of said clue) if we can ever find the roads that the city decided to MOVE! without posting appropriate signage for the people who might not live here! Gah!
Thank you kind C- store clerk for telling my bf that if we turn right out of your parking lot, and go up to the next c-store of the same beach item name and take another left we will be on the hwy we were looking for.
Traffic troubles aside my boyfriend very muchly enjoyed his first foray to faire, and we had quite an enjoyable weekend.
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