Heading off to a wedding reception in a little burg we're not super familiar with. So we plug the destination in to the navigation system on The Charger. And we're doing fine until we get close. That gal who has been speaking directions keeps insisting that we turn right. So we turn right. And there's nothing, just a street full of houses - said houses with Halloween decorations, Christmas lights and some in complete darkness. Just an average street. With nary a reception center in sight.
We turn around and head back to the main thoroughfare and she continues to insist we turn around and go right.
But....there across the street is a little gravel lane with small fenceposts entwined with lights. Surely this must be the reception center. And it is.
The navigation lady, however, isn't convinced. So, we'll let her go down the street to wherever it is she's going, and we'll head in for some congratulating, some chatting and some cookies. I think we'll have the better time.
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