Lost on the Highways of Houston
Time for one more post tonight.
This is the story I alluded to when I talked about picking up Steve and finding the fountain three times. It happened the night of the Fireplace Story, when we suddenly discovered we were picking up Eric roughly twelve hours early. Although it was three months after the incident with Steve, neither Miah nor I was THAT much more familiar with Houston streets. Still, we knew the way to the bus station, at least moderately well; you just shot up 45, took the correct exit, and voila!
So there's this movie with Charlie Sheen in it, I think it's called "The Chase," or some such thing. It involves at least one big car chase. A big car chase that was apparently being filmed on I-45 that night, for which they had the freeway blocked off. No big deal, right? We could still just drive along the feeder/frontage road/whatever, right?
Wrong. Because on that particular stretch of freeway, it gets a little screwy, and if you don't know where you're going, you can get routed onto other streets. Even, as it happens, other freeways. Trying to get back on the freeway further north, where it was not shut down, we somehow wound up in the lane that would put us onto 59 north. No problem, though, because we could just take the next exit, flip a U, and be right back where we started, right?
Wrong. Because the next exit wasn't an exit, precisely, but an entrance ramp onto I-10, heading toward Baytown. BAYTOWN. So we should be able to take the next exit, and turn around, and head back the way we came. Well, it just so happened that the next exit, took us into a neighborhood called the Fifth Ward. The Fifth Ward is not a place for two little white girls in a Ford Taurus at midnight, for those of you who are keeping track.
So. Hightail it out of 5th Ward, back onto 10 West, to 59 South, to 45 South, to FINALLY the exit to get to the bus station. Which we promptly overshot on a one-way street and had to circle the block. Finally we got there, found a place to park (dubious though it was), and went inside. Where it took us a good 5-10 more minutes to locate Eric, despite the fact that it's a rather small building and wasn't exactly bustling with activity. At which point he looks up and says, "What took you guys so long? I've been waiting forever!" I subsequently advised him that if he valued his life, he'd shut up before the steam coming out of Miah's ears got any thicker.
We loaded up our passenger and headed home. And somehow, some way... oh yeah, you guessed it... we managed to once again pass the Magic Fountain.
This is the story I alluded to when I talked about picking up Steve and finding the fountain three times. It happened the night of the Fireplace Story, when we suddenly discovered we were picking up Eric roughly twelve hours early. Although it was three months after the incident with Steve, neither Miah nor I was THAT much more familiar with Houston streets. Still, we knew the way to the bus station, at least moderately well; you just shot up 45, took the correct exit, and voila!
So there's this movie with Charlie Sheen in it, I think it's called "The Chase," or some such thing. It involves at least one big car chase. A big car chase that was apparently being filmed on I-45 that night, for which they had the freeway blocked off. No big deal, right? We could still just drive along the feeder/frontage road/whatever, right?
Wrong. Because on that particular stretch of freeway, it gets a little screwy, and if you don't know where you're going, you can get routed onto other streets. Even, as it happens, other freeways. Trying to get back on the freeway further north, where it was not shut down, we somehow wound up in the lane that would put us onto 59 north. No problem, though, because we could just take the next exit, flip a U, and be right back where we started, right?
Wrong. Because the next exit wasn't an exit, precisely, but an entrance ramp onto I-10, heading toward Baytown. BAYTOWN. So we should be able to take the next exit, and turn around, and head back the way we came. Well, it just so happened that the next exit, took us into a neighborhood called the Fifth Ward. The Fifth Ward is not a place for two little white girls in a Ford Taurus at midnight, for those of you who are keeping track.
So. Hightail it out of 5th Ward, back onto 10 West, to 59 South, to 45 South, to FINALLY the exit to get to the bus station. Which we promptly overshot on a one-way street and had to circle the block. Finally we got there, found a place to park (dubious though it was), and went inside. Where it took us a good 5-10 more minutes to locate Eric, despite the fact that it's a rather small building and wasn't exactly bustling with activity. At which point he looks up and says, "What took you guys so long? I've been waiting forever!" I subsequently advised him that if he valued his life, he'd shut up before the steam coming out of Miah's ears got any thicker.
We loaded up our passenger and headed home. And somehow, some way... oh yeah, you guessed it... we managed to once again pass the Magic Fountain.
posted by SaraSmile | 10:33 PM
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