"Don't Tase Me, Bro." Unless It Means I Never Have to Shave Again

Today I had a consultation with Ideal Image for laser hair removal. Yessss.... the billboards, annoying radio commercials, magazine ads and website sidebars finally worked on me. I caved. On my way in this morning, I was telling myself, "The consultation is free. You don't have to agree to pay anything right now. Just find out how much......" And by the end of the 30 minutes, they had already run a credit check and I agreed to monthly payments. I'm such a sucker. But I'm also really excited! I'll start my first treatment in 3 weeks, so I'll let you know how it goes from there! *

On my way down Truman Parkway from the Island, I was reminiscing about my first year in Savannah and how I never even knew Truman Parkway existed. I would drive all the way down Abercorn from downtown to Savannah Mall if necessary, because I didn't know any other way. Of course, I still can't claim to know all there is about Savannah's roads, since only 3 weeks ago I got lost between Derenne and Delesseps after the Boyfriend's lasik eye surgery. And there could not have been a worse time to get lost. He may have still been blinded by sun and tears, but he could tell by the stop-and-go that we clearly were NOT on the Parkway. But eventually I got turned in the right direction, and let me tell you, I will never make that mistake again!

When I first moved to Savannah two years and two months ago, my Brother (9 years older), Mother, and Cousin all came along to help me get settled in. We even made a little family vacation out of it. Brother, being the techie-wiz that he is, had his GPS out the WHOLE time, and I had to drive everywhere for "learning purposes." So here I am, driving around a city with one funky grid-system of one-ways, loopty squares, cobblestones, and horse-drawn carriages everywhere, and there he is in the passenger seat with the GPS. I remember wondering how anyone could tell the difference from one square to the next.

This is how you drive around a square... Easy, right?

Two years later, I still get confused a midst the squares, but I finally know the street names and directions, and I don't get freaked out by the rumbly bricks under my tires or the pedestrians who think crosswalks are equiped with protective force fields. And I'm not shy to pass those darn horse-and-carriages full of tourists, either. Despite that moment I threatened to use my new taser on him, and trust me, my Mother in the backseat knew I was completely serious, Brother and his GPS did help me learn Savannah. Once they flew back to Arkansas, leaving me alone to navigate Savannah, I finally appreciated his efforts. And that they were gone!



*{edit: Turns out my 'agreement' to monthly payments was not in writing, so I've decided to wait for the treatment. Thank goodness for buyers remorse! 3/14/2012}