On a Mexican Radio

I'm sitting in Tecate, Mexico and I'm lost. I've got my handy dandy radio and I'm frantically calling, "ANY AMOR STAFF AT TECATE CAMP, CHANNEL TWO?! AMOR STAFF, AMOR STAFF, DOES ANYONE COPY ME OUT THERE?! . . . anyone?" Thirteen vehicles are precariously pulled over to the side of the highway and I'm running around frantically trying to get someone, anyone, to answer and tell me where the heck I should be going. Of course, if I would have been paying attention to the mileage, I would have known exactly where the camp entrance was: 4.5 miles from the last landmark. But as I had already been out to camp, and the soothing words of others at the office reverberated through my head: "Oh, you'll be fine. You'll totally recognize it when you see it," I of course figured I'd be fine. I would at least not take them halfway to Mexicali like Jen and Hilary had in years past. Well, regardless to say, I could tell by the dirty looks I was receiving from the people in the vehicles behind me that I was quickly losing my points for employee of the month (That is, if Amor bestowed this title on any of its employees). After no answer from anyone on the radio, I figured I might as well turn all 13 of the white vans and box trucks around and pray for divine intervention. Eventually, 1.5 miles back down the road we had already tread, the great beacon of hope emerged. The Tecate Beer sign and the little green house lined the entrance to the long dirt road to camp, and at this point I might have even redeemed my directionally challenged self with this group. With no major catastrophies, and contrary to my parent's belief that I couldn't find my way around a cul-de-sac with step-by-step Mapquest directions, we made it to camp. Lesson of the day: Tecate Beer will always get you where you need to go in Mexico.

a new good very bad day

i should have known the second my orange dream machine jamba juice spilled all over my car on monday morning, it was going to be a bad week. after a series of unfortunate events, wednesday, march 9th, 2005 was declared a no good, very bad day: tracy was stuck previously behind a covered wagon brigade in texas and still feeling a little upset about it, erin's insides were not allowing her to completely enjoy our dinner, holly was offered wine by her boss to calm the incessant crying at the office, tracie #2 found herself already frustrated with her three day old job, jen was berated by one too many trip leaders which led to what we respectfully term "a jen moment" at the office, sheri, stever, ryan, and ali were experiencing opportunities to donate money to their mechanics, and after about 7.23 hours of printers not printing, i also had a feeling something was awry with my not-so-beloved car. alas, as it seemed it couldn't get worse than wednesday, my blazer s10 breathed its last on thursday. . . well, maybe not its very last, but if it costs $1,000 to fix, i'm signing the DNR, pushing it into tijuana, and claiming it was stolen. at the very least i'll finally follow through with leaving it unlocked on the street with a big sign that reads: FREE and hope for the best. so, does anyone have a dependable, affordable, not going to spit in your face mode of transportation lying around out there?