In college, no one thinks twice about trekking from Old to New Eastward for a party. Neither did I, until last year's Halloween weekend. After a harrowing rain storm, my BlackBerry had been sent off to be fixed. After an awkward encounter at a party, my friends and I rode to another friend's house in Sandhill Cove. He was not doing a good job of comforting my friend, and she stormed out the front door.
Not wanting her to walk home by herself, me and my roommate followed her. When we came to the end of the street, we had a choice. We could go right or left. Without my GPS application on my phone, I was clueless. Alex seemed extremely confident when she demanded we go left. The road was dark and winding. We rounded a turn and saw that we were passing the Roger Wheeler Beach parking lot. I was concerned. Alex assured me we had passed it on our way to our friend's house. We continued walking and came to a rotary. Alex charged forward towards what she thought was the way to her house. Signs for the Block Island Ferry began to appear.
My roommate was completely horrified. "I may not know my way around Rhode Island, but this is NOT the way back to Alex's!" she exclaimed. I made everyone stop when we reached a picnic bench in front of a small ice cream shop. I called my friend to rescue us. Seeing as it was already one in the morning, he was annoyed but set out to find us. We attempted to meet him. He called repeatedly to ask what street we were on, but we had no idea. We collapsed in front of the Block Island Ferry parking lot. I cried as a I realized my replacement phone's battery was dead.
After several minutes of debating, we decided to turn around and walk back to our rescuer's house. As we reached his corner, his roommate pulled up, honking his horn. I had never been so relieved in my entire life. We crawled into the back seat, cold and mortified at our terrible directional skills. Andrew said, "I TOLD you to wait at my house!"
When we returned to Alex's house, at 3:30 in the morning, her roommates looked flustered when we stormed through the door. After berating them for not picking us up in the first place, I went upstairs and fell into the deepest sleep I have experienced in recent history. For the next few days, my feet ached miserably. Now, when I leave the house, I take note of street names, charge my phone, and make sure to wear comfortable shoes.
