At Your Service...

I've sadly come to realize that I'm not the only person who knows how boring and pointless my life currently is. My friends all know it, too.

Crap.

Case in point: I've become a sort of personal, 24-hour Mapquesting service. (An aside: Mapquest, please enjoy your brand recognition while it lasts! Google Maps is comin' up fast.) Last week, Chris called me to ask me to Google hookah bars in Houston for him. I didn't even know that hookah bars existed. It was about 10:00 p.m. on a Friday night. After a little effort, we did find one that was open, and according to a later text message from Chris, it was "really good."

That's all fine and dandy. The sad part is that he assumed [correctly, *sigh*] that I'd be sitting on my butt at home on a Friday night. I can only imagine what the process was like. But it probably resembled this:

Chris: I wonder which of the 239087843 people in my phonebook is definitely at home right now.
Chris hits down on his Sony Ericcson phone a couple of times.
Chris: Oh, of course!
Chris calls me.

And this has happened multiple times -- most recently about 2 hours ago. Perhaps the saddest part of all of this is that I probably won't have anything more substantial to do than to find you the nearest Taco Bell. So yeah, keep on calling. I'll bookmark Google Maps.

Postscript - 6/15/2007, 2:32 p.m.

If you're calling me 3+ times per day to ask me for directions to places that you previously knew you wanted to visit, perhaps it's time to buy a few of things:

1. A piece of paper
2. A pencil
3. A bottle of decency