Lost In Mount Airy

It's not a big town. Nor is it not a town I've spent most of my life in. Same for Ben, and he at least has a decent sense of direction. And yet, the two of managed to get lost in Mount Airy today. And not like the back woods hick part of Mount Airy. We were looking for Main Street.

Our Friend Anna is only in town for a couple of days, and she proposed the idea of hanging out, and said she would be in town for the local festival, "Spring Fling," I believe it is called. So, only coordinating with each other, Ben and I decided to go. Not able to park near Main Street itself, we parked at a park, and decided to walk through the park and some yards to hopefully get back onto Main Street, and discovered a small section of Mount Airy that may or may not even be in Mount Airy. There are several theories, more than one of them involving wormholes and time travel.

Needless to say, we found our way back into the present and Mount Airy, only to discover that Anna was leaving just as we were getting there, so we didn't even see her, and the rest of our friends, as per use, suck. So, we walked through the festival, questioned why we had even considered coming (seriously, those things are awful), and then decided to go back to the car. By then, my ribs were starting to ache pretty bad, so we again tried to take what we believed was the shortest distance between two points, and got semi lost again, again in Mount Airy.

We made it back, and then spent most of the rest of the day lounging in the sun. I had forgotten how much fun just lounging in the sun is. Yay skin cancer!