City Driving

In all honesty, I'm not sure why I'm blogging about driving in the city, because words can't even being to express how much I HATE it. I will, however, try to put this complete loathing into words.

This morning, The Boyfriend needed a ride to the airport (he's going to San Antonio this weekend for a nerdfest conference, aka the AIA). I, being a wonderful girlfriend, agreed to take him, so we loaded up the car and turned on the GPS. Now, let me say first that I love my GPS, and I would not have survived nearly as long as I have on the streets of Boston and the surrounding areas without it. That being said, sometimes I want to chuck that evil little machine out the window and drive over it repeatedly. But I'm getting ahead of myself. As I said, the GPS was on, and got us to the airport just fine. I was familiar with most of the roads we took and generally knew where I was the whole time. This is because I am often the one being dropped off or picked up from the airport, and usually pay more attention to how we get there, since I am excited about my impending flight, etc. When it comes to leaving the airport, in my limited experience, I am being picked up so have no need to pay attention to which road to take, which highway we want, which fork in the road is best, since I have just gotten off a plane and am usually quite tired.

Today, of course, I was doing the dropping off and had to then head home. And of course, inevitably, I had no idea how to do so. I don't know how many of you have left the Logan Airport, but dear God, is it a mess. Ramps going every which way, signs pointing vaguely in every direction - and of course that little GPS that I so loved on the way over was being incredibly unhelpful. Cue the desire to chuck it out the window. Also, I don't know if anyone has ever noticed, but the signs in Boston SUCK. I mean, really, people, how the hell do you all get around every day?!?! Ugh. So, basically what happened was that I took a series of incorrect ramps, was honked at several times while trying to get to what I thought were the correct ones, and then somehow I ended up downtown. Downtown! When I really very much wanted to be heading out towards the suburbs, where I live. Luckily, I had ended up in a part of downtown close to where a friend lives, so I was lucky enough to recognize the area and actually know where I needed to go in order to get home. But still. It was absolute hell.

Thus, driving in Boston is the bane of my existence. 100 points to me as the best girlfriend ever.

ciao