Yesterday, my sister and I embarked on a journey that (little did I know) would take us on a grand tour of all the parts of Memphis we didn’t know existed. Our main objective was to take her Macbook to the Apple store to have the optical drive repaired/replaced. We got to the Apple store alright. It was our journey after that left me wondering why in the hell we had done this.
Here’s a map of our journey.
Kind of ridiculous, if you ask me. And, considering you’re reading my blog, you kind of did.
As I said earlier, our (Katie and I make up the party) intention was to take her computer to the Apple store in Germantown to have it repaired. As neither of us are too familiar with the layout of Memphis, I was the navigator and, I must admit, my iPhone does a GREAT job of being a map. If you haven’t used it as a navigation tool, it’s quite handy. Don’t do it while driving. That’s just dangerous.
Our drive to the Apple store was uneventful. Katie got a taste of semi-heavy Memphis traffic. It wasn’t quite 1 o’clock in the afternoon, so people were heading back from lunch. When we arrived at the Apple store, I found it amusing that the iPad displays were almost completely uninhabited. Out of 20 or so units, maybe two were being checked out. Coincidence? I don’t know.
I did realize how much I want one of the new 27” iMacs, though. The displays are gorgeous AND huge! One of the display models had Dora the Explorer software running on it. My niece would love it. I’m going to use this as an excuse to buy one. Eventually.
Katie made an appointment with the Genius Bar. She was amazed that when they took her computer, she got an email that said it would be ready in X amount of time. They also opted her in for a newsletter-type thing. She doesn’t care.
The repair was smooth sailing and we decided that, after lunch, we would go to a Mexican restaurant chain called On the Border. I found the closest location courtesy of Google Maps for iPhone. We drove. And drove. And drove. And drove. We got there and (drumroll) it was closed.
It was at this point we decided to change our plans and just go straight to the Fresh Market. I asked her where the Fresh Market was. She said it was on Poplar. Again, I went to Google Maps, and it turns out that BOTH Fresh Market locations are on Poplar – about ten miles from each other. So, I picked the closest one. We drive. And drive some more. We finally arrive and – guess what? – it’s not the right one! Up Poplar we go. Again.
On the Border was pretty good. I had the Loaded Carne Asada Tacos. It was steak and cheese and onions and some sort of horseradish sauce. It was very tasty. I don’t usually go for horseradish.
Katie had a margarita-type thing at dinner. I drove. The wrong way. My sister’s nickname is now Magellan, just so you know. We made it back eventually. I wonder when I’ll next go gallivanting around Memphis.
