Me that is, due to my singular lack in navigational skills. I once tried to go from Mission Viejo to Costa Mesa and ended up in Long Beach, anyone who knows anything about the OC will appreciate what a bizarre achievement that was. I put it down to the mind numbing sameness of all the neighbourhoods in SoCal, everything looks the bloody same here from the strip malls to the suburban hellholes dotted across the landscape.

I outdid myself this Saturday though. N called with an invite for a drinking session and spot of barbequing. Since I haven’t pickled my liver for about three weeks it was an invitation I took up with little hesitation. I dutifully noted the address over a bit of a garbled cell phone line, typed it into Google maps and had a bit of confusion which in my naiveté I thought I sorted out.

One hour later I was on Raintree Lane, thinking "that was an easy drive" to myself, trying to find house 25788 or at least spot N’s black Z.

Dial N. 

Ado machang, where is your house?

Where are you? 

I just turned into Raintree Lane and I’m driving up and down, can’t see your car?

Where did you say you were again?

Raintree Lane

It’s Raindance place you idiot…

Achige redda….