Fooled By April plays in Worcester Part IV: In which Doris gets her oats

So,

After we rocked out to the other bands it was time to head back down to the abandoned lot of certain death to load out. This went pretty smoothly with the exception of Phillippe, easily the largest rat I have ever seen emerging from a rotted old mattress. Oh well.

Anyway, we hit the road. I was driving the three drunkies, which would have been fine except that we weren't sure which way to go, it was two in the morning, I was really tired and I have bad night vision. But you gotta do what you gotta do and so we headed out.

Now here's where the shit hits the fan. Usually I'm the go to guy with the map. I'm cool and collected about directions. But this night I was flustered, namely because I had no idea where I was going and Pete and Jordan were screaming about ice cream or something in the back seat. So when Gordon said "Go this way, I'm positive" I did what I was told without stopping to make sure that Sam Adams Light was pointing us in the right direction.

I think it was approximately thirteen meters before we hit Virginia that everyone, even the ice cream twins, insisted we pull over. Of course we were forty minutes out of our way at 2:30 AM with no more direct route home than retracing our steps. Arg.

It gets worse...