I bought tickets to Bill Burr’s Boston show about 3 months ago. I have been a huge fan of his for a while and have been really, really looking forward to seeing him live.
About a week ago I got a call that a past friend’s mother died and that her wake would be the same night as the show. The other guys I was going with also knew him, so we all decided to cancel the show and attend the wake.
Well, one friend did the math and figured we could still make the show after the wake, but miss the first performer. Hmmm, I thought. It would be close, and we’d probably get there as Bill was performing, but it was worth a try.
So we attended the wake (which was really, really nice, and great to see people I hadn’t seen in a long time). We left with about an hour to go before the show, and it seemed likely we’d get there only 15 minutes late, tops.
One of the other guys drove, and the other friend punched the address into the new GPS that my driving friend bought. And off we went!
Now, I drive to Boston quite a bit and can get there without much trouble. This time, I was in the back seat talking away, not really paying attention. After about 40 minutes I started to wonder why nothing around me looked familiar. I asked to see the GPS, which said we had about 10 minutes to go, which would put us there about 5 minutes earlier than the show started!
Ok, I guess the GPS took us on some super high teck route that would somehow shave off gobs of minutes.
Hmmm…
It didn’t make sense. I just didn’t recognize anything around me (not that I could see anything with the now pouring rain).
About this time we hit a wall of red brake lights. Yep, the far left lane was closed for construction, and that, coupled with the heavy rain, had people slamming brakes and bringing the whole highway to a crawl.
But no biggy, we’d be early!
My curiosity got the better of me. Having still not recognized anything around me, I pulled out my iPhone and checked where we were on the map.
W…T…F…!
We were about 10 or 15 miles south of Boston in Braintree. BTW, we came from NH, which is way north of Boston.
I asked to see the GPS again, cleared the address my friend put in and re-entered the address: 660 Washington Street Boston, MA.
It said we were within 5 miles of the location and about 8 minutes from arrival.
It turns out that the GPS does not realize that Washington Street is really, really long and passes through a bunch of towns.
It also turns out that, despite putting Boston as the town, the GPS sent us to Dorchester.
Long story (and long traffic) short, we got to the theater close to 8:15 and decided to give up, park and grab dinner. I have missed seeing my favorite comic live.
sigh
But we salvaged the night with dinner and some various oddities (like an incredibly small parking garage in China Town better suited for motorcycles than cars).
Hopefully, I’ll get to see him soon.