My friend Allison, who lives in Palo Alto, calls me on Sunday. She was heading up to Berkeley for a housewarming party. We shot the shit, all was good, I went back to watching my movie, and then my phone rings.

"I'm on a bridge, and I don't know which one."
"Did you pay a toll?"
"Yes"
"Are there cranes next to you?"
"Yes"
"Are you approaching an island?"
"Yes"
"You're on the Bay Bridge. Stay on 80, don't get off the freeway. 80 will turn into 101 south and will connect with 280 so you have your choice."

This is why I'm the driving queen. That and the need for speed.