It's all right! I thought I'd be fine, as I knew how to get to the hotel from the beachfront (I actually declined your offer of driving because I, er, didn't know the address), but, as I said, I couldn't find the ocean. Before I went too far in the wrong direction, though, I accosted a local, who, though his directions were slightly perplexing ('Go back to where you went left; then, instead of going left, you go reverse') did help me eventually find the Pacific.

I have a terrible memory most of the time, but when it comes to INSANE THEORIES REGARDING NEVILLE I have no problems at all. My mind has bizarre (but awesome!) priorities.

I loved meeting you, too! And I am very glad that my general conversational ineptitude did not scare you away.