Brooxie and My Adventure

To add a personal twist to the night of Floyd Skloot’s reading, I will tell you about Brooxie and my adventure. So like a wrote in my earlier blog, Monday night Brooxie and I went to hear Floyd Skloot speak, but there is a lot more to that night that I left out. To begin I was late getting to Brooxie’s house. That is not very hard to believe if you know me; I am always late to everything. Since I got to her house late we rushed to get downtown and parked in the first parking garage we saw. The garage was close to the corner of Union and Main. Now we knew the gallery was on south Main but we were not aware quite how far down that was until we began walking. As we walked we discussed the meaning of blocks, as in the distance. Neither of us knew exactly, but we always took it as one block being from one street to the next. Using this definition I would say we walked a good five blocks or so. We finally got to the art gallery and went to the reading. We got out of the reading about a half hour early and both were excited because we wanted to see our boyfriends that night. We were thinking about taking the trolley, but got too inpatient and decided to walk. This probably was not our best decision considering we are dumb and got lost, but it was fun none the less. I think since we were having such a good time that is why we got lost. We pasted the street our parking garage was on and did not realize we had passed it until a block down. It was pretty sad because both of us had seen two obvious landmarks by our parking garage and still did not realize that is where her car was. In the end we made it to her car around 9, at least thirty minutes after we got out of the reading. I am not sure downtown Memphis is the best place to get lost, but just because it was the two of us we had fun.