Mostly True Memoirs
I went to a gathering at a home way out in the country.
It took me forever to get there.
Google maps kept taking me from one pitted dirt road to another pitted dirt road.
Each one was narrower and more overgrown than the next.
I was a little nervous.
Finally, I found the house.
It was a lovely, bucolic, relaxing country venue.
It was worth the drive.
Until it was time to go home.
The drive back was freaking scary in the dark.
Especially because I was alone.
I swear I could hear Dueling Banjoes in the air.
However, I did make it home in one piece.
Perhaps I might have over-reacted just a teeny, tiny, itsy-bitsy, little bit.