A family wedding — driving in a convoy

I hate to follow my brothers-in-law anywhere… when we’re driving. They always lose me. Something about how I won’t speed much and they think their vehicles can fly. Or maybe it’s just that I drive like a little old lady, without the impatience and aggression that seems to come so easily to them. Whatever the reason, when I follow I always lose sight of them.

Knowing this, knowing that I can’t count on their assertions that “you can just follow me,” I learned long ago that I need to get an address and figure out how to drive myself there. And I know that I will arrive much much later than they will.

This trip to the wedding was no different.

I very wisely got an address and placed it into my Iphone mapping app, and made sure that it would remember it… before we ever left in a convoy from Ariana’s house. And 20 minutes into a one-hour drive, I had to turn to that nifty little backup plan… when I lost both cars I was following. Both my brothers-in-law left me in the dust. As expected.

And I arrived 15 minutes after everyone else.

I did get there in time for the wedding. Though not before my youngest sister called to make sure we were on our way. And not before everyone was there “a long time ago” and waiting for us.

Somehow, I always end up disappointing people by being myself. How does that happen?

Author: Paloma Cruz

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