Tuesday night I lost my brain. Well actually I lost my car, but in order to do so I had to lose my brain first, in an incident frighteningly reminiscent of last week when I ran out of brain. I had landed in New Orleans, hungry, and immediately after renting a car had OpenTable-d a restaurant in the French Quarter1. Drove into downtown, using my trusty Pre's awesome GPS nav app2, and knowing parking would be tough as soon as I got close I parked my car. From their I walked to the restaurant, guided by the Pre, and had a great dinner3. Afterward I walked back to my car and ... wait! I didn't walk back to my car, because I *totally* could not remember where I put it! I couldn't remember the street, couldn't remember the direction of the street, and in fact couldn't even remember what the car looked like! Yikes. Using Google Maps I was able to search all the streets in the area in spiral fashion, clicking the keys' unlock button so I could identify my car as I walked along, and after an hour of blundering about I found it. You are thinking "this is a typical New Orleans French Quarter experience" and you might be right. It didn't leave me very proud of myself. I guess I have to continue clearing out my head so I can accomplish basic tasks. Whew.
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