The day after our wedding, we packed up the borrowed BMW z3 convertible (pure sweetness) and headed south to Savannah, Georgia. We had the aid of a handy dandy Garmin GPS, which was newer then my own dear "Garmilton". We looked at the GPS arrival time - it was about 5:15 or so. So we had a little drive ahead of us. We were pumped. We were married.
|On our way!|
Jordan says, "It's saying that we are getting there in an hour. We are 168 miles away. This is impossible."
I'm laughing pretty hard at the confusion the GPS has caused, and then reply, "How fast would we have to be going to get there by then?"
Sometimes I don't think before I ask questions. Jordan took a long pause while looking at me, then finally answered, "168 miles per hour."
I hate math, yes, but I'm really not THAT bad with numbers, I promise. I laughed about this (my silent, shaking laugh) for approximately 3.2 minutes. Once I calmed down, we inspected the GPS to see what on earth it was thinking. We turned it off and back on. It still said we were going to be there in an hour.
Finally, Jordan takes it off the stand, looks very closely at it, and sees one little tiny word we hadn't noticed. Instead of saying just the arrival time, like any other GPS I had ever worked with, it said ever so small, "Arrival IN". So it was not telling us we would arrive AT 2:30, it was saying would arrive IN 2 hours and 30 minutes. I then laughed about this for a good 10 minutes straight, and by that time we saw that clearly it had been counting down every single minute of our trip. How....HOW had we not noticed this? For HOURS?! I don't know. I guess we were blinded by our marital bliss. But it was not one of our smarter times, that's for sure.
Slightly bummed that we were not making the excellent time that we thought we were, we adjusted our hopes and dreams from 2:30pm back to the reality of 5pm. And kept on trucking. Or z3ing, rather.
We did make it to our destination of Savannah! It was lovely. We were tired. We hadn't been tired at all after the wedding surprisingly, probably because we were so hyped up from everything. But now it was hitting us. So we walked around and ate but soon headed back to the hotel, where we relaxed and watched basketball for the rest of the night. Jordan should be glad that I also love basketball. I doubt that it's many a girl's dream to watch a lot of basketball games on their honeymoon, but I was the one finding out the times of every game. We were made for each other.
|in downtown Savannah at the city market!|