Which Way's the Right One?

I had a lovely night of wings where I met L and was very happy to see she was everything I dreamt of and more.  I certain approve of G's taste.  After the wings and some hanging out time J and I headed home with my car full of groceries from a Walmart shopping trip (I know I shop at the devil's store, but I'm a poor artist).  We were in deep conversation about our boyfriends (our favorite topic) when we saw the bridge that connects Hancock and Houghten.  It took us several minutes to realize that we had been going the wrong way for a half hour.  When we finally turned around J insisted on called G who claimed he loved us even though we are flighty.

I blame Mr. D for all of this.  If I weren't so taken with him and if he didn't consume most of my thoughts I might have taken 41 in the correct direction, but I must say J and I did have a wonderful conversation.  I don't know what direction I'm going these days.  I'm not sure if I'm New York or Detroit bound, but I do know I must do what I love, and I must be with those I love.  I don't think they are mutually exclusive, but then I'm a flighty girl.