The Hellmouth of Davie

During the BPAL (Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab) the Gathering [1], Shadesong's [2] husband yendi [3] ordered pizza from a local pizzaria just down the street, the number for which he got from his father-in-law. Since both yendi and I were not all that enamoured with all things BPAL we both decided to head out an pick up the pizza.

We get to the restaurant only to find out our order was not only not ready, but not even at that store! Apparently, yendi's father-in-law gave us the wrong phone number and the store in question was a bit further away.

I checked the map. The other store was about five miles away, so I figured it would be just as easy to pick up the pies from the other store.

Little did I realize just how wrong I was.

The “other store” was at the confluence of State Road 84, I-75, I-595 and the Sawgrass Expressway [4], a horribly complicated exchange system designed by dropping ink-stained spaghetti on paper where we ended up driving about an extra four miles trying to extricate ourselves from the vortex of overpass hell.

Afterwards, we both agreed that it might have been quicker to order new pies at the closer store.

[1] /boston/2006/06/17.1

[2] http://shadesong.livejournal.com/

[3] http://yendi.livejournal.com/

[4] http://maps.google.com/?ie=UTF8&ll=26.117604,-80.341687&spn=0.018573,0.028667&om=1

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